Dragonfly
As it flies through the sky,
With no money to slide,
Wishing it could have,
With the pinch of a fly,
Going in circles,
Nowhere to hide,
Little dragonfly with money to slide,
Flowing inside the others pockets,
Waiting for feather to fall,
And scare to disappear,
But it can’t just fly,
As it gets money to slide.
(By Sarah Shahzad, April 2020)
