I envy this garden city
Who called back my butterfly without any pity
I searched all over to see her again, but in vain
And convinced myself – she always comes late and leaves early
Just like she did in my garden quite fairly
Suddenly I turned around
with a sense of whisper over my shoulder
The same sweet voice and the same sparkling eyes
The same dazzling look and the same soothing smile
I have to blink twice before I could say a word
All the flowers rejoiced together to welcome again
As if they met her since ages.
I had no choice but to capture this moment just like I did it in past
And now I feel my garden is in the garden city
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