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.
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