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THE BUTTERFLY WITH WINGS

The struggle was real
From the one day coccon to the butterfly with wings.
Many a challenges had to be faced
May it be the melanchony of the heart or restlessness of being uncapable.
I wriggled very hard inside the limit set
Up above the sky was where i could meet the stars
It was depressing enough to be alone
Why then did they have to laugh at me.
No i was not scared of being laughed at
I was sad because they didnt trust my capabilities.
It was then that i had decided to turn into a butterfly, the one with wings
The one that could fly high, reach the sky
Oh yes all butterflies can do the same, cant they?
Thats why i wanted to transform
Transform into the one that had wings
Wings not just to fly but also to shelter
Shelter the ones that laughed
So that one fine day when they realise they were wrong
Wrong about this butterfly, me.
I would want to home them, tell them its okay
When you challenge the special ones
They rise to a height far beyond yours.

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