Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

I turn the pages of my mind,
My hollow eyes meet a young girl,
With sparkling eyes, staring at me.
Less freckles and lines,
Messy hair but no colored streaks,
Lean but fat with ideas,
Eyebrows undone but swollen
With shining droplets of sweat.
Adorning some silly wishes of mind,
She floats around- weightless,
Worries and scars so unknown.
Turning back often to see how
her little feet imprints the muddy hearts
of the lane she walks.
Talking to trees and flowers,
All the way up to the woods.
Hugging those trees in distress,
Just to make them feel alright.
Looking up to see those proud ones,
Boasting about their heights,
to those fluffy fellows up there.
How she listens to hear the sound
of crumbling leaves with each step.
She has named all the insects, the animals,
the birds, the worms and butterflies,
And she talks to each calling out their names.
With awe I watch how all of them,
Hears her wish and loves her back.
When tired, she rested on the ground,
Closed her eyes to meditate on
the song of woods.
She wished she always had this life,
To breathe in the aroma of carefree life,
The fragrance of wet grass.
When the pages are turned more,
I see, she has lost her wings.
I close the book and mutter a wish,
To be a caterpillar who would come out
To be the most beautiful butterfly,
Who after losing those wings,
Will sleep in another cocoon
Only to be born again as
Another butterfly.
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This was so captivating!! I read it three times!!!❤️❤️🤩
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Am honored then !! Thank you dear Athmana 🙂
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Lovely ❤️❤️❤️poem.!! So beautifully written 🌟❤️
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Thank you Ahsee 🙂 ❤
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It is so beautiful 💙
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Thank you so much Era !! ❤️❤️
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Most welcome 😄😄
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Wow Nima. In the initial lines I felt as if it was about a little girl and later it would turn to be you.
I found it really beautiful!
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Yes Rashmi… even I had no idea I would end up like this when I started 🤣🤣
Thank you for reading dear ♥️
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Thank you
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Hi Nima I wounder to myself that with a name like Mohan, are you of Irish extraction, or a native American.
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Not at all.. I am an Indian.. and from Kerala.. Mohan stands for my father’s name 😊😊 It is another name of one of our Gods of Hinduism 😊
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That’s real cool, as I know, Irish people named mahon, morhan, and mohon, and they think that they are gods in their own right 🙄🙄😁
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Ohh … I never knew that 😊 thank you 😊
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This is truly a delightful poem, Nima and I love the ending. Thank you so much for joining in. 😉
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Thank you so much Eugi for the read.. and I will try to join every week ♥️
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It was a beautifully written poem that took me back to my carefree and innocent childhood. Thanks for the time machine.
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So kind of you to read mine Geri !! Thank you so much for those words 🙂🙂♥️♥️♥️
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Truly beautiful poetry.
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Hello Suzette 😊😊 thank you so much ❤️❤️ thank you for the read 😊😊
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This is so beautiful. Transported me to a very beautiful place.
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Thank you dear Shweta 🙂 🙂
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Woahhh! What a narration!😍😱❤️
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Is it ? Thank you so mush Bold Girl !! Please tell me your name 🙂
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Yeahhh!!!😊🤗
You can call me The Bold Girl. I love that!!😍😍
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Ok then.. Bold Girl !! ❤
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❤️😊🤗
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Ahhh to be reborn with glorious butterfly wings! Lovely poetic thoughts in this poem:)
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Hey Karima.. thank you so much dear 🙂
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