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