Butterfly Madness

By Mukesh Choudhry

A triangle met me yesterday

And I fell out of a square.

Come find me in my dark,

I'm alone and I'm scared.

Scars of tomorrow,

They haunt my todays.

I sang the conscience lullaby,

A conscious laid to waste.

Save me from these summer-times

That froze me in my place.

The other half, that wonder-life,

Those winters burned my days.

By Mukesh Choudhry