Butterfly

Hindrances prevailing everywhere Coveting is not everything Yet I want to fly forgetting own limitations, Realism pedals over fancy. Like many other mortals, I also want to fly Forgetting the fact that I don’t possess wings I love enjoying vast by travelling like a free butterfly But having two kids, it’s really a constant worry They need their mom every way, no time for mine My husband? He is a own employed businessman Loves to stay busy surrounded ever by his work. Whole day, whole week, whole month I feel lonely, enough wearisome Having no possible other way, I keep my dreams apart; but, for how long? I try myself to energized, console…. Saying, hens cannot fly, yet they have wings How can dare I? I’m snarled firmly by reality.