To me, butterfly said one day;
One evening when I was roaming
in leafy jungle, on the way
a boy in half sleep was moaning
full of dust were his clothes and ripped
as like he has been lashed and whipped
his right foot was wounded and bare
dire he looked like a rotten pear
his eyes, blood red and eyelids black
awful mouth opened, tongue with cracks
greasy he looked half dead, very slack
seeing him, gave me shocky quakes
near I saw a brownish bottle
in between his two wan pale feet
despondent it made me startle
faster my heart started to beat
little closer to him, I went
oh! noisomely It smelled very bad
a heart corroding incident
it was, and it made me quite sad
©aariz
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