An abstract butterfly’s wings
Are made of unpractical things
Rings, springs, flings, and pings
It tries to fly but fails to flutter
There isn't enough fuel
In its tank, so all it does is sputter

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eyes see
moonly face
misses the knife
In hand
Good intentions
Change hell
Into heaven
Touches soft,
Rough, tough
But
True
Existence

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~