My poetry like butterfly.

The world didn’t ask me
To write my poems
I woke up one morning
And started to feel
That I need a pen
I need to express
My feelings
My thoughts
Myself

May be I am wrong
To feel so strong
But feeling that way
Is part of my world…

My world is small world
Inside me was born
My thoughts,  my poems
My soul
My friends and family live inside
I’m happy to love them all…

I like to sit in my living room
With eyes closed
Relaxed and calm
I like to listen
To my inner song
With butterfly sitting
On my palm…

My poems like butterflies
Born to fly
Away from my living room
Far away
I’m sitting and watching :
The world is calm
Waiting for my butterfly
To fly…