A butterfly of humble origin
Fascinated more by fusion
Of colors…cold and impudent
She lived far in her illusions.
Fond of fluttering all the time
Competing with unrealistic goals
Eager to move ahead quicker
Could never live up to her roles.
Living in the realm of her choice
Prudence could scoff at her conceit
Relationships – only for self-adulation
Home – just a haven of self-retreat
Pretense was her favorite outfit
Her attachments were contrived
To get maximum benefits…
Which she easily derived.
Learning to fly with other’s support
Now she leans heavily on her lies
She still expects admiration
From all those she derides!
Up at the horizon
She sits with delusional delight
Leaning heavily on clouds
Forgetting they don’t show even in moonlight.
© Balroop Singh
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