The day began with a bright and friendly atmosphere, nature wakes up and smiles at everyone around it. As the day dragged on, like an aged man on his sticks, the atmosphere changes face by bringing down some heat on everything under it.

In the mist of the hot and steamy sun comes a beautiful and happy butterfly, it thought the bright and sunny day was good enough to take some sun bath. The butterfly is so colour that the light rays magnifies its wonder to anyone ready to behold it. So oblivious to what was going on around it, so carried away by its own beauty, it swayed on like a tired bird. It kept flying and searching for a complementing flower to perch on. With utmost care it looked round and didn’t care if anyone was watching, either in admiration or total aspiration. At last it spotted a good looking flower, the flower looked as flawless as it looked (butterfly); with joy it perched and relaxed, ready to bask in the euphoria of the burning and energizing sun.

It stayed on with no single drop of fear, not minding if there might be an enemy around the corner. If the butterfly knew that there was evil everywhere it would have stayed somewhere quietly and live an unnoticeable life. Just around the corner sat a very angry, hungry and ugly bird, this bird has no resemblance with the butterfly. It spotted the butterfly and something erupted deep inside its belly. In total awareness and patience it waits and prays, thanking nature for bringing food its way.

How beautiful the food looks or appears matters less, the most important thing is for its belly to be filled. Seeing the butterfly the bird believed its prayers have just been answered. In happiness it watched on and tried hard to hide every bit of joy inside its famished stomach. The hunger has blinded the bird from seeing any reason why this colourful, harmless and innocent epitome of wonder shouldn’t perish.

Even money couldn’t have saved the butterfly from not dying, so the bird sees it. Nothing could convince it otherwise. In ignorance and liberality this beautiful creature of nature gets lost in the warm embrace of the hot and sunny day. It never knew something was brewing somewhere; all that mattered at that point was the wonderful feeling at its immediate reach.

Every second the butterfly flapped its wings, as if it owned the length and breadth of the forest. At this time, the ugly could not wait any longer, the hunger inside it pushed it around like a slave; now the bird is airborne, and gliding in secrecy and total deception.

The bird kept on, wishing the butterfly will remain in that state of pride and confidence, it is getting closer, minute turning in to seconds and joy at sight. The heart of the bird begins to beat faster, claws ready to tear apart, while the beak is ready to perk and stab the living day out of the beautiful butterfly. Even the butterflies also pray for protection from the gods of nature, or what will the defenseless do in such a hostile environment.

Just as the bird was about to sweep away the butterfly like a whirlwind, suddenly with no notice, or cloudy sky, rain poured down effortless. With so much force, within a split second the table was turned. The butterfly took off not as a reason of the fear of the bird approaching, but at the wetness that comes with such a heavy down pour. The bird out of frustration and disappointment changed its direction at the touch of a heavy stroke of water. It looked up and cursed nature, in its heart.

The butterfly just moved in ignorance of the favour nature just did it; quietly it looked for a place to shelter from the madness of rainfall. Everything around it looked so normal and good. Isn’t life a funny piece of drama and complexity, what unknowingly favours one, disfavours the other.

This is a new song; get me the trumpet let me blow out the sweet tunes from the core of my soul. Joy and happiness is all that stares at me right now. The battle has been won, the present may not know the magnitude of this victory, but posterity will come suddenly to bask in the euphoria of the after effect. The choir of the world cannot sing this song; only a joyful heart can feel the vibe and hear the subtle but real tune of this victory song.

 The lips and tongue i beckon on you to come together as one; unite like the united nation, so that the whole nation can feel what is going on inside the heart of the victorious. Like a child with a new toy, my heart sings a new song, at the presence of victory. How the success came is really a tale for another day, it will be told by time, for now all we need do is to get up on our feet and dance to the victory song.

It has no pattern, just let your spirit take you there, don’t ask where, just follow like a helpless slave in captivity.
Everywhere is covered in a thick but chilling fog, the atmosphere is jumping at the sound of this glorious tune, the trees are shaking, the leaves are moving side to side, even the birds are flapping and clapping their wings, who then are you not to catch this ever blazing and mind blowing feeling. 

Words can do no justice, let your feet and your soul do the talking, let them jump and leap for joy, like a happy frog.

The sad and lonely may not hear the song, they look on in total surprise, and they question our sanity every day because the reason for our dancing remains a mystery to them. They keep asking where the music is, and we tell them, search deep down into your souls and you will hear the victory song. It plays on in every heart that refuses to be brought down by the things around.

Listen to this song and your joy will live long, like a tall mahogany tree. Dj play on, let the beat hit my heart, slap the tune on me, serenade my spirit with this crazy feeling, this victory song is sweet and creamy, let’s all sing on.