Me and A BUTTERFLY

That Friday night was very calm and extracting full blossom of sorrowness and stars eyes were starring me through my window. Just i was reading shorts stories of "o henry” sudden a butterfly flapping attract me, i take a view butterfly color was brown with scattering of smile. Friday Night passed and Saturday entered, as usual i walked for office, after returning i saw again that butterfly and a flow of smile poured in my heart. I was enjoying its flapping, the sun dimmed and night spread the stars, i entered in the ocean of dream.
Sunday sun light waked me up, my eyes were searching sound of flapping but not succeeded, i think it flew out but i was wrong, a corner make me sad, a dead beautiful brown butterfly lying in the corner....

“rashid ali”