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

Walking on the road, I see many things, Souls in prison, while hopes take wings. Some dreams are guarded deep in the eyes, Some are let go, deemed by wisdom wise. People laugh, cry, rejoice, and regret, While some are alone, their hearts upset. Doors are shut, fearing the world outside, While others open, emotions untied. A voice calls for help, hurt by false care, Too many masks, one face to bear. Each one the same, yet chasing their goal, Some seek love, some joy, some freedom of soul. And there I stand, lost in the dearth, My own soul whispers, "What is my worth?" ©Tale Keepers

sam

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Shivam Singh rajput 12

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

Walking on the road, I see many things, Souls in prison, while hopes take wings. Some dreams are guarded deep in the eyes, Some are let go, deemed by wisdom wise. People laugh, cry, rejoice, and regret, While some are alone, their hearts upset. Doors are shut, fearing the world outside, While others open, emotions untied. A voice calls for help, hurt by false care, Too many masks, one face to bear. Each one the same, yet chasing their goal, Some seek love, some joy, some freedom of soul. And there I stand, lost in the dearth, My own soul whispers, "What is my worth?" ©Tale Keepers

sam

Unsplash f6ogx8tx7fz7rx9tfx8f ©Shivam Singh rajput 12

Shivam Singh rajput 12