Tanishq Prakash; Class 9; DAV Public School, New Shimla Little butterfly, how can I be like you?
I too want my wings to shine in this Aurora’s hue
You can hide your lies in your dusky tint
Unlike mine, out on an open book they are imprint.
Dear butterfly, How can your eyes , see so deep?
And how does your soul look so serene when asleep
Do your dreams haunt you too
Like mine , do they peirce you through?
Little butterfly, don’t you question yourself too?
But is it only me struggling to find, the answer to ‘who’?
Are you also , sometimes not able to fly
Where does your heart take you when your wings can’t take you high?
Little butterfly, do you want to hear sounds?
Sounds other than your wings flapping in rounds?
Are your ears vulnerable to the screams of your devils like mine are?
Or do the screams result in your empty scars?
Little butterfly, how do you see me through your pretty little eyes?
Do you see a soul so pure or my deep creepy lies?
Do you think I’m a monster waiting to eat you?
Or maybe you want to be me just like I do?
But Little butterfly, how can I make my scars shine like you do?
And your lies so pretty that no one can see through?
Tell me little butterfly, how can i muster the courage to fly?
And heal my wings just when they’re about to die?
Nurturing Creativity – Keekli Charitable Trust, Shimla
