Butterfly Madness

Jun 5, 2024

1 min read

Updated: Aug 21, 2025

By Mukesh Choudhry

A triangle met me yesterday

And I fell out of a square.

Come find me in my dark,

I'm alone and I'm scared.

Scars of tomorrow,

They haunt my todays.

I sang the conscience lullaby,

A conscious laid to waste.

Save me from these summertimes

That froze me in my place.

The other half, that wonder-life,

Those winters burned my days.

By Mukesh Choudhry

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