Once there was a little boy..

Once there was a little boy, full of innocent charm

Who chased butterflies in gardens, green fields

In his childish ecstasy, his eyes brimmed

with dreams of catching colors in his little palm.

So many times he used to catch them

Those winged, lovely dreams

In his innocent desire to own them he

Used to keep them in crystal jars

His little heart used to break the next morn

When he used to see them lying lifeless

In the floor without the soul, just the tiny bodies

The little boy used to break into tears of pain.

One day his mother saw him crying

Strings of pearl rolling down young cheeks

Knowing the reason she gently hugged him,

and told him we can’t own everything we love

There are free spirits, not meant for chains

Spirits like them are most beautiful ones

Everyone craves to own them as their own

But they wither away at the touch of chains

My darling little kid, if you truly love some one

See what is best for her, what keeps her safe

Don’t force yourself on her, let her fly to heaven

Let her live, love, and relish her freedom.