The tempting girls and the fast food,
both are same and no boy can elude,
the fragrance overpowering from the oven,
most get trapped and settled down as cocoons.
They feel cozy in the beginning,
and then think costly of everything,
They struggle and are happy with suffering,
They can't be the butterflies again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The get into their own shells when the time comes. Beautifully put in your short poem.