Heart In The Woods Poem by Subarna Chakraborty

And you know what I said,
It's not the first rainbow that appeared.
There were unicorns before.
The moon was more fragile then.
I built a hut from this mud,
Watched beautiful sunsets before,
But this land does not support dreams,
Not for a longer period of time.
For the moon is still fragile,
The sky bleeds tears,
And I am tired from all of this.
Each time I try to bury my soul,
A new butterfly arrives.