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CHASING BUTTERFLIES

“Where do they come from?” I just wondered.                

 “Don’t know” My buddy said, but ventured to locate!

Oh then! To know; we got to follow;                                     

And chase them till, we reach their homes!

Colors of red, gold, green and amber,

As we glanced, we found them in plenty,

On leaves of plants and blades of grass; and

We followed them up to reach their shelter!

There, over there, they went flying,

With their tiny wings’ effortless flapping;

Could we leave such an exciting chase? And

Yonder, they took us for miles unknown!

Flying in air and resting on leaves,

As and when, they felt like doing;

Could we leave them, and go back home?

Oh! No. We just can’t, but leave.

Miles, we went, chasing flying colors; and suddenly;

The colors just merged into dark jet black,

When the sun went down; darkness spread!

And we ran back minding our destiny.

It was quite dark as we reached home;

My dad just asked where I had gone.

“Was after butterflies!” Innocently I said.

And we went for miles, that took too long.

Oh, Dear!  Chase them as, and when you like!

For I don’t have any grudges against you;

But, chase them not; too far you know

As they will mislead you, My son!

The butterflies there and over here,

Are just the same as all we know;

Don’t chase them too hard, to scare them off!

But, allow them to come on you, My boy!