Poem / Leap of Faith

Those pieces of tears, are bringing me down.
Please hold my hands dear, I can’t feel the ground.
The gunshots are clear, but still no wounds.
But still I feel pain, from the wailing hounds.

Please bring me some peace,
And kill me to grace, for the people who are willing,
Who are willing to kill me, for their own disgrace.
I am not living this life, I am just living around.
Please hold my hands, I can’t feel the ground.

Oh! Please stop this sound, sound of technical embrace.
I no more love this, feeling of sarcastic phrase.
Phrase of the chauvinistic distress.
Why the people don’t love me?
When I am all around?
Please hold my hands, I can’t feel the ground.

Yes! You are a beautiful butterfly,
Having those gaudy beautiful wings,
But beware of this world, oh dear,
Cause this world love nothing unusual,
Unusual when you fly with tings.

Two butterflies crossing the street,
In search of flowers to get some treat,
But one of them crushed down on the street,
In the jealousy of human being’s breed,

May God Bless You,
That you are not the one,
One who was being thrown back in the Sun,
For just having beautiful wings,
And a smile of colorful blings.

Cause I want you to live forever,
Forever in this sinful world,
Where neither beauty justifies your fate,
Nor they will love you when you’re beautiful,
And kill you if you have a beautiful gait.

You’re are beautiful butterfly with wings,
But don’t you forget that once you too were an ugly cocoon,
Going through the leap of faith,
And metamorphosed to become beautiful soon.