Who are my foes, Not allowing me to progress, Conniving to see my regress. All along the way, these 6 enemies thrived, Letting me feel worse and deprived. As my butterfly wings take me aloft, I feel rolling on the ground adrift. No one told me to be cautious, With these internal foes. They grew with me as my kin, They always win. In the playground of life, They have given me all the strife. The poem explores the struggle with internal enemies, symbolized by the fragile and transient nature of butterfly wings. The six internal foes - Kama, Krodha, and others - grow alongside us, much like kin, and can hinder our personal growth and development. Despite their ephemeral nature, these internal enemies can have a profound impact, stifling our potential and preventing us from becoming the best version of ourselves. The poem highlights the importance of acknowledging and overcoming these internal struggles to achieve true progress and self-realization.