She was a beautiful butterfly,
She was ambitious,
And wanted to fly,
She wanted to soar among the clouds,
Breaking the norms and different than the crowds,
But a hand wanted her to crush,
He was getting his hormones rush,
But butterfly was strong,
She flew higher,
And was gone.
The man cursed his luck,
And thought may be too much liberated she got,
No matter what the society says,
She will fly higher,
To achieve her goals
And to be a slayer.
So men who are players,
Stop your games or no one will heed to your prayers,
Time has just now begun,
For new dreams or aspirations.