by Hari Priya
(1-B/602, green meadows, Lokhandwala, Kandivali east, Mumbai-400101)
I saw a beautiful butterfly,
and couldn't help admire it.
But when a spy flew by,
I felt pity on it.
I could not help it,
as it was too far.
But I could just sit
near the spy to start the war.
This huge war was the end for the spy,
and now I could happily see the small butterfly.
I did not inform to my mom about our meeting 'coz I knew
that she knew as I saw that a butterfly's sketch she drew!
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