TREACHEROUS BUTTERFLIES
Being treacherous butterflies of multitude colors,
They came stealthily to steal
The pollen of my faith
They robbed me of my body and soul,
Swearing madly, they captivated my innocent heart.
Under the trap of those pretended promises,
They made my life colorless.
They sucked the nectar of my youth
To the last drop,
And filled it with tears, sighs, and moans.
Dr. Zainul Husain
Copyright, India
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