The Secret One
I have gotta few butterflies in my heart's cage,
And they are kept altogether for a different stage.
First one wanted to be on my side,
While the others too desired of being more wide.
One of them came forward and sat on my palm,
Whispered in my ears and cried for it's long waited warm.
While a few stepped beside and the other got on to my focus,
And appeared as attractive as the leaf of a lotus.
One was found lost in recalling it's colours,
Which I could see in the twinkle of the bright stars.
And the other could be seen to be unknown to my needs,
As its still secret to unbox my Heart's silent deeds.