The Ache Of Heart

The heartaches of that solemn person. 

Trying to get what he needed, 

But it's termed as “seeking attention”! 

He was stuck in this hell

At that time when all he wanted, 

Was to be cheerful and merrier!! 

Like a butterfly, he came into my garden, 

Getting to see all the flowers he wanted 

Of different colours and sizes, 

I remember that the red rose was his favourite. 

His small wings and tiny body 

Used to fly all the time 

I could watch him fly all the time 

Until I die and my lips stop singing rhymes 

That butterfly was so pretty 

But without his family, he couldn't survive. 

How could I be so selfish and let him 

With me all the time? 

I knew he could be merrier without me 

Even if hurts him, I leave him out of my sight 

Even if the heartaches of this solemn person 

I'll know who was right !!