Aditya Tapshalkar - The Butterfly

A single butterfly,
One mere butterfly,
Whizzes into my net.
A rare one indeed.
A Birdwing.
But I choose to let it go,
Just because I want to.
And that butterfly gathers more and more,
And lead all of the butterflies into the sky.
Soon the full horizon is littered by colors,
Of the butterflies.

Aditya Tapshalkar

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