Now the sky is the same and I am the same.
I was a butterfly roaming in a garden.
I still have the wings but I am stuck.
I was the one to whom world was forgotten.
But now I am known to the facts which are rotten.
Where did I leave my lifestyle?
Where did I leave my life with the beauty of my hairstyle?
I face my wall and see few colours of all.
Oh! These colours are visible only on the hanging photos on the wall.
I used have a colourful life.
But this time I have one colour to strife.
Where did I leave the great spirit of an adventure?
Where did I leave the spirit of denture?
What have I given to get this small?
I miss myself above all.
I miss myself every day.
This missing increases day by day.