I know these butterflies won’t settle.
Not tomorrow, not today,
not even when the clouds come kissing the ground on a foggy day.
I can’t lock them away in a glass jar,
nor can I trick them to fly away in the open sky.
They won’t move an inch,
nor skedaddle,
not even when the heavens try,
And when we are 100 years or so,
having had lived so many lifetimes too,
they’ll still find a way to flutter,
at the very thought of you.
-Akanksha Gulia
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