Sakkthi Subramaniyam (April 18,1985 / Salem)
Butterfly and me
I extended my hands,
To chase, touch the butterfly.
Colors spilled on me -
As if a rainbow circled me.
I stood still in the middle,
Losing my path and senses-
This thrown off -words of solace.
As butterflies, always teach us something.
I’m still chasing my dreams- as butterflies.
Unsupported and unheard; all my actions goes vain.
Like butterflies, like rainbows - paths befuddle me.
These are true colors of life - endure it.
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