The Butterfly
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Remember the childhood days,
The little butterfly-
Their dance, dive, chasing the mate,
kissing the flower,
life of love,
Under the sky.
Our early age,
The rainbow vision,
Run for butterfly-
-flying above the head,
a few inches high.
After long measurement of life,
Now, we do not see them.
Either they are shifted to some fairy land-
-afraid of daylight,
Or we are blind to their flight.
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=keshav dubey=
3 -9 -26
THE BUTTERFLY
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Remember the childhood days,
Little butterfly-
Dance and dive, chasing her mate,
A life of love,
Kissing the flower,
Under the sky.
Flowers are for devotion,
For fragrance, for garland,
For leaders, for scent,
For greeting with fake smile-
with a bouquet in hand.
Remember?
We ran for butterfly,
In our childhood,
Their colorful vision-
flying above our heads,
just few inches high.
We have run a long long distance,
They are not seen now,
Either they are afraid of day-light,
Or, we are blind to sight,
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=keshav dubey=
keshavdubey.com,
11-10-2022
