owning a loved one...

Once there was a little girl, full of innocent charm
Who chased butterflies in gardens, green fields
In her childish ecstassy, her eyes brimmed
with dreams of catching colours in her little palm.

So many times she used to catch them
Those winged, lovely dreams
In her innocent desire to own them she
Used to keep them in crystal jars

Her little heart used to break the next morn
When she used to see them lyin
In the floor without the soul, just the tiny bodies
The little girl used to break in tears of pain.

One day her mother saw her cryin
Strings of pearl rolling down rosy cheeks
Knowing the reason she gently hugged her,
and told her we cant own every thing we love

Child, there are free spirits, not meant for chains
Spirits like them are most beautiful ones
Everyone craves to own them as their own
But they wither away at the touch of chains

My darling daughter, if you truly love some one
See what is best for him, what keeps him out of harm
Don’t force your desire on him, let him fly to blue heaven
Let him live, love, relish and nurture his freedom.