I used to chase butterflies to catch them in my hands
Had few too in my grasp & felt a sense of pride at times
But later I leant
Once confined in fist, butterfly loses its worth n beauty
While my happiness & joy suffers a serious casualty...
Treasure the grandeur of butterfly while it rejoices its freedom
The Splendor of Life lies in cherishing its realities
than restlessly chasing
Had few too in my grasp & felt a sense of pride at times
But later I leant
Once confined in fist, butterfly loses its worth n beauty
While my happiness & joy suffers a serious casualty...
Treasure the grandeur of butterfly while it rejoices its freedom
The Splendor of Life lies in cherishing its realities
than restlessly chasing
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