It was a beautiful butterfly.
It has yet to see the one,
who will not admire its beauty,
but deep in its heart it had a desire.
It was longing to fly
Nobody knew its wish
Alas! Even the butterfly itself
was not aware
it was a painted one
in a frame
hanging on the wall.

If a painting had a wish,
Was it the fault of the painting?
Was it the fault of its Creator?