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A Sad Butterfly
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Bye: Twenty-line-poems
A colourful butterfly entered gleefully,
My room suddenly,
Not to have a glimpse of it I deemed it right,
As it spread the wings in the joyful flight.
Perhaps the wind outside,
Made it find a safe place to hide,
Maybe it was the glow,
Of my room that it was attracted so.
Whatever the reason might have been,
I was busy in reading poems and had not seen,
What exactly was going on around,
Until my ears received a sound.
Yes it was the sad butterfly,
That like a dreamer flew so high,
Challenging the whirling fan,
Which tore its pride all on a sudden.
Oh! The beautiful butterfly,
Was in much pain and tried hard to fly,
For it I felt pity,
And thought that we are mere dolls before destiny.
