Butterflies are dancing in my belly,
My heart is pounding and swelly,
Dolphins are swimming in my chambers, 
Instead of blood, train is running through its branches .

That Bronchial tree is flowering and blooming, 
My brain has gone , alas ! I'm wondering where it's roaming,
Pupils are dilated,
My duties got violated.
My feet are not touching the land,
Feel like it's buried in Miami's sand.

Half of these symptoms are giving me tension ,
And about the other half, I'm afraid to mention , 
Dangerously pulled by your magnatic field,
Touch my soul for once, then I'll get healed... 
© pridha sigu ❤️