Oh, dear heart,

Take me to the butterflies,

For they feel so loving…

Just pick that pencil for me,

Paint something on canvas,

Write some poetry,

And…

The butterflies will appear all around…

Let me be in that zone,

For even my name ‘Kavya’

Reflects the same…

With hobbies all around,

I fly so high…

Let me be in the lap of paintings, poetry, and musings,

And,

I will be all fine…

With butterflies in the sky of my life…