Treasure Island

Shashikant Nishant Sharma

(03 September,1988 / Sonepur, Saran, Bihar, India)

Butterfly


O butterfly, butterfly
Teach us to fly
We want to reach the sky
Touch the milky moon
And play with stars
O butterfly, butterfly
Teach us how and why
You are so beautiful
We want to beautify
Ourselves like you
And attract attention of all
O butterfly, butterfly
Tell us the way
In which we may
Make ourselves colourful
And we may be playful
We want to be cheerful
O butterfly, butterfly
Tell us the secrets
Of your beauty
Unveil the mystery
How do you fly
We want to fly
Like you beautiful butterfly
O butterfly, butterfly

Submitted: Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, June 06, 2012

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