not fit to be anywhere,
can't be understood,
won't be understood ,
because of all the friction,
between the thoughts,
couldn't fly higher,
couldn't spread its wings,
without hesitation,
"ugly wings"
they say ...
why?
it asked its maker...
he gave the little ugly moth a reply,
one word revolution,
"IGNORE"
he said ,
why bother responding?
all the world does,
humiliate you ..
insulting you ..
there are beauty within you,
you get it,
you understand...
its enough to get you through ..
all you have ,
2 weeks of life,
death will not disappoint you ,
the maker's words were such a serenade for the moth's ears ...
he knew someday he'll find peace...
so he spread his wings wings ,
proudly ...
and flew away ....
