Butterfly

By Kashvi Goel

A treacherous butterfly,

That's who she is.

Those fragile wings,

Stained with notes of daffodils,

Shadowed with heavy charcoal,

Flutter and flutter and flutter.

They fight against the magnificent wind,

It's too strong, she is choking but mute.

She is drowning in the waves.

But no, she is pretty.

She is dying over and over again,

Hell knows she is a Traitor,

She will lie and die 

But she will look gorgeous.

Her wings desiccate,

They are marked by the most complex patterns though,

And no one will notice.

By Kashvi Goel