I'm but a butterfly, not a bird;
Why do I want to soar high?
Every time I see an eagle piercing the sky,
I find longing in my eyes 
When they fly, their feathers dazzle 
They dive from a higher space,
Float as carefree as bubbles!
And I stare at them being amazed 
Dream to fly the flights, ready to show my feathers!
But then I wake up; finding myself down here
I can't reach them, neither I have feathers 
I have scales all over my body, my wings are fragile
How can I fly high? How come I dream?
But I've dreamt for a long while, none woke me up 
Now that I yearn to fly, here they come.
Dragonfly says,"Butterfly or bird, does that matter?"
May-fly says,"Why bother? Live the days as you are
But I still love the sky, want to leave the grassland 
Lady bug mocks me, grasshopper sighs
Sometimes I think it's better to be a butterfly 
Rather than being a spider or a caterpillar 
They don't even have wings, they don't dream
But then again I hear a butterfly turned into a bird
I feel the urge again, that urge!
Winter passes, spring's here
I still fly from one flower to another 
I fly all day, in a loop, can't leave the prairie 
I'm but a butterfly, not a bird 
Why do I want to soar high?

Ayesha Absary Afifa is a student of Microbiology at Jagannath University.