Puissant Silence

Could the path of joy be one of coyness
Filled with thought and ever flowing goodness?

In alacrity I smile, moves a mile
Agile but towards an undue exile.

Such thought for action, Insecurity.
Absolute confabulatory ease
I wonder what my butterfly sees.

The game I too shall play to win of course
within myself, Hope I shall be the source
of will and penchant forever myself
unity and heart of spirit I shelf .

Next time O butterfly, pass me I dare
Mysterious yet serious I care
With or without thee life sounds of fanfare.
I shall conquer and rule my life, So there!

~Nikhil~