Sometimes, she gets up at night
and sits by her window
happily gazing at those stars
of her bygone years.
But most of the time,
the night wakes her up
and she sits by the window
gazing at the darkness
miles and miles in front of her
marching on and on
-longing for the light
with a desire of the moth
to be a butterfly, in her heart.
Copyight 2008 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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