Mischievous Butterflies

By Aditi Bhattamishra

I could leap.

I could fly.

I could soar across the sky.

I could seek,

And find,

And show,

And give

So many things.

Yet where do you find me?

Standing on ground,

Staring up at the wide, blue sky

So very sadly.

Each word,

Each thought,

Each breath,

Each belief.

Stress on the opportunities,

I am hoping to keep.

So until that moment of clarity,

When the purpose is clear,

You'll find me standing here,

Chasing dreams

Flying,

Like mischievous butterflies.

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