beatitudine

Part 1 : The butterlies

Most of the things i see are butterlies

Fluttering smoothly in front my eyes

Doesnt look suspicious at all

But i know , they're are just covered up with a reflecting glass

And obviously think it's tall and strong

Alas ! They're wrong

What they didnt know is that some could see through it

Clear , amused and what not ?

That's how you remain immune to the flattery they cause

For , its just like the pretty little butterflies

These have colorful wings yet hide the fact of transparency.

Unbeknownst them you lie on the grass

that's called the universe

Admiring those pretty little butterflies

who are desperately trying to steal yourself from you

How creative they are yet too naive for their own good

But dont you mind them as they come and go

Like the sun you should be

Never caring about the clouds .

Just sit on the green grass

Watching those butterlies

Fluttering their colourful wings as they pass by

Let them go smoothly

Desperately trying to decive

But you'll stand on your ground

Because I know who you truly are