A butterfly got clicked while expanding its wings,
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It took my life to make me live

It caged my soul to make me still

I once had this soul,

As shaky as ocean waves

It held my intensities

And made me gelid

How unreal is that?

They call me a star,

And still not amazed,

By how I radiate

I am a little caterpillar

Who needs wings to fly

To be free of those Gods

Who avow to reign ones over me

Yet deny my liberty

I survive a little bit every day, this way

But how sad is this that they,

Cut most of them every day.


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A pharmacist by education, a writer by passion.

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