
I would love to be a butterfly
Riding the rainbows
and not watch my own colours;
just content to be a lover of flowers.

I would love to be a butterfly
Riding the rainbows
and not watch my own colours;
just content to be a lover of flowers.

میں اکثر سوچتا ہوں
کیا تتلیوں کی بھی انا ہوتی ہوگی؟
سنا ہے پھولوں پے فدا بہت ہوتی ہیں مگر
دیکھ سکتی نہیں پر اپنے

When ignored, the inner child does not vanish—it fades quietly.
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There is a child in all of us,
waiting to get out and scream
No real worries and without any care,
pushing all limits and trying to dream
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There is a child in all of us,
attempting to solve the puzzle called life
No actual problems and without any caution,
carelessly running on the edge of a knife
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There is a child in all of us,
needing to be loved and love in return
No apprehensions and no hesitations,
scalding his innocence at life’s each turn
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There is a child in all of us,
wanting to dive into the whirlpool of fun
No lack of excitement and too much energy,
jumping ahead of all and having a good run
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There is a child in all of us,
a stranger to the demons of silence and guilt
Breaking all barriers and the walls we build,
no concerns for the milk wasted when spilt
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There is a child in all of us,
crying to be heard and followed unwisely
Harbouring sensitivity and deserving empathy,
dying when ignored and forgotten quietly

یہ تو بتاؤ جاناں
کیا دل میں اب بھی رباب بجتے ہیں؟
افق پر اب بھی شہاب جلتے ہیں؟
جب کبھی میرا نام لیتے ہو؟