The butterfly I have released to fly,
Soared the great height with little shy,
Shifted its colors with the touch of light,
Changed its pattern with shades of objects,
Fluttered the wings at every news of bits,
Not bothered of bytes in mega or tiara,
Not worried about the water spilled and rained,
Befriended a kite, snapped from a child's hand,
Swaying gently side by side as the comrades,
My little butterfly never grown old,
Blessed with immortal youth stamp,
Endured the pain with the smiling eyes,
My little butterfly will live as the star in the sky.
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