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Entomology
When dead bodies fly like butterflies
You should know how to smile
Tears are fountain of luxurious life
Watching the sky through the eyes of a kite!
Limbs that crumbles
Made of colorful but joyless bubbles;
A little more patience would add
Much needed perfection!
Those butterflies cover most of the neighborhood,
without obeying strict rules and
thoughts of sober schools.
Daylight rattles
With inflated cracking sound of a thousand dawns.
Now some dragonflies of despair joins those monotonous butterflies.
They fly together
Towards the end of the city lights.
© Subhajit
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