They say words are the strongest tools of an eloquent mind, but numbness is oft not very eloquent.
There is fear in my heart,
And a din in my ears,
They said it won’t last,
Like butterflies in the chest
Stop, say I – to my deep desire,
Why are you no more the fire?
That I once so profoundly knew,
With caress and fondness grew,
Swept away with my right to croon,
Like butterflies in the chest
Alas, they said - nothing is forever,
No musty fragrance, nor river,
They all fade away,
Like butterflies in the chest
When the sun rose again,
After a night full of fiery rain,
I wait for a second waft of petrichor,
But they said it won’t last,
Like butterflies in the chest
