The Little Butterflies

Two little girls in the open fields

Blithely playing with paper planes

Like colorful flying butterflies

Flying under beautiful skies.

Unaware of the societal shackles

That may suppress their beams

And not let them shine

While blossoming to be beautiful women.

Lucky they are to survive this far

Unlike many buds crushed mercilessly

While in their mother’s womb

And not letting them bloom.

Let them Giggle, Let them shy

Give them wings of freedom to fly

Let them dream and aspire high

To reach new heights with head held high.