Sunday, November 13, 2016

Grave of the Butterflies

Long before I used to hop and try flying...
Beliving that I would fly someday...
Within me I had a million flying dreams deeply rooted...
My hope was stronger for a sooner evolution...
That this belief in me gave birth to a million butterflies...
But then I realised this world is not a suitable place...
I was afraid to try flying...
That made me weak and decay a little...
Day by day I saw a butterfly in me die because,
I would not let it spread it wings and fly...
Sooner I realized I wasn't not I,
Now I am just a walking grave of the butterflies...
Around that grave, is a million dreams floating away...

#NostalgicPen