What I Want To Be?

What I Want To Be? short poem

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I want to be a slender, colourful butterfly
to sip the nectar from many variety of flowers;
I want to be the shining silver lightning
to rip open the heart of the sky;
I want to be a dew drop on a tender leaf
to sparkle with the first rays of the sun;
I want to be a bird to kiss the rainbow
and colour myself with its seven colours;
I want to be a fish to delve into the ocean
for measuring the fathomless depths;
I want to be shattering drops of rain
to dance to the tune of Nature;
Finally, I want to race with time,
capture it and surpass it;
But I know, I can only mingle with it.

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