Solitary Butterfly

I opened window in morning,

saw a butterfly sitting on a leaf of a tree.

She was silent, motionless as if moaning.

slowly showed wavy, rhythmic move of wings,

and made me realize happiness is nothing but comes from within.

she was solitary but happy, was motionless but happy

even showed her colorful moves happily,

she came closer to me , sprinkled the

tinge of happiness, was not illusive but natural.

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