The Butterfly Man
Engr Dr Naila Hina
He is made of butter flies
A thousand butter flies
Incarcerate him abounds
His being with flying colors
Olive skinned thin edged
With pomegranate rusts
When he is happy, these
Butterflies move in vigorous
Motions motivating him to.
Further better conquests
His soul flies on the skies
And into the butter fields
Exploring forests of Beauty
Hidden in the dark jungles
Or bright nights of stars
Shining like burning dimonds
On in sunny days when cool
Breezy rainbow arcs horizons
He is made of love supreme
Arms expends, yearns, flies!
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