The devils are here,
Around and after me
Colorful wings of butterflies
Are really colorful than my life
The devils are here, in my heart
That is the reason for my devil activities
To the butterfly which crawling in the land
Without its colorful wings
I can’t stop my heart
My devil heart
Why I can’t stop my heart
My devil heart
It is crawling in the land.
Even it can’t be heard
I know what it is asking
In its last breath
Why did you let my wings broken
You blessed with life as a human
But you don’t have a heart
Or the heart inside you is still a stone
Oh god I know the humans
Are one of your creations.
The creation of a kind
The creation of sympathy
But your same creation
Made me feel jealousy
For a simple creature
Which can’t hurt a single flower
The devils are here
For taking me to hell
For making me it’s a follower
For turning me against you
please let me say my sorry
For the life under my feet
And yes now I noticed
The plucked colourful wings there…
By Fathima Shabana
