Want to be like a butterfly, flying beneath an open sky, Playing with flowers, messing with insects, clearly my rivals. I will show off, being beautiful as hell, After all, I have suffered so much in that suffocating shell. Curse or fate, what should I call? About to spread my wings and its already time to fall. Thinking of it, it's not easy to wait for freedom so long, To receive one day's life as my reward. For this life, struggle is the counter to apply, Do I really want to be a butterfly? ©sam

sam

White शुरुआत में खामोशी को समझने वाले अंत में चीखे भी अनसुनी कर देते है | ©Indian Writer

Indian Writer

Want to be like a butterfly, flying beneath an open sky, Playing with flowers, messing with insects, clearly my rivals. I will show off, being beautiful as hell, After all, I have suffered so much in that suffocating shell. Curse or fate, what should I call? About to spread my wings and its already time to fall. Thinking of it, it's not easy to wait for freedom so long, To receive one day's life as my reward. For this life, struggle is the counter to apply, Do I really want to be a butterfly? ©sam

sam

White शुरुआत में खामोशी को समझने वाले अंत में चीखे भी अनसुनी कर देते है | ©Indian Writer

Indian Writer