The mind is a butterfly.

A flower bloomed in the ear
Such is his scent,
He jumped at the smell
Mind is life.
A question arises when listening to the aroma
where does he live
A farmer did his cultivation in such a way.
In love with smell
Wake up and breathe.
Wanted from people
be a butterfly
As butterflies do,
I want to love you like that.

Sadia Khan Runa~