Butterfly
π¦ BUTTERFLY π¦
The creator nurtures it in her cocoon
And with time a beautiful baby emerge;
With education and values you prune
And motivation accords a natural surge.
A mother is born
When a daughter celebrates her arrival;
It's her rebirth, a new life sworn
All bucked up for the lil one's survival.
The butterfly flaps her brightly coloured wings
Excited for a fluttering flight;
Geared for a perfect swing
To shine in the limelight.
~ Chaitali
Wow Ma'am, Too good
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It's for daughters like you. The way you grow up and then fly away to attain your passion. πππ
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Hmm... I also expect you to publish your thoughts one day π
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