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Because I live in India the post is about Indian society.So why does Indian society emphasize on respecting others mostly elders more than self respect or why does it give …

A boy and a butterfly

If a butterfly saved a man
A boy, a man or a boy
Or anyone far from being myself
Should I believe to be saved
One day too?
There’s shade of gray
And black
And white
But I wonder about the colours
Of a butterfly
When it’s dark
When I think of writing a story
Shall I, me, myself
Be the protagonist?
Would I know, the dread
The death, the friend
The boy lost or made
Or should it be the butterfly
Instead?
There are notebooks
With torn pages, with haunting dreams
A filthy crowd but something good is there too
Like icecream? Like wings?
Like rainbows?
But what should I rob him off and then save him
From?
What is the price a butterfly could pay?
How am I to know
Distinguish him/it from me?
Anguish is same as happiness
Nuanced
Ragged
Broken
Yet
There is a happy ending
And there’s not
The parallel World is fucked up
Because I want to override
Decieve GPS and stay only on the happily ever after path…