Musings of a Butterfly

Posted on by Hemalatha Ramesh

You admire me now,
But,
I was once, a tiny egg
lying on the verge of a leaf,
trusting none.

Next, a caterpillar,
creeping, crawling, eating
and eating,
preparing myself to
survive.

Then, a life inside a cocoon,
Pupa, they call.
Nobody knows,
I’m dying inside,
suffocating in isolation
and the terrible
darkness.

What!?
Am I a butterfly?
with wings, a fresh life
and a new world.

The darkness got me
colours all over,
from being unnoticed
to, my presence bringing joy.

Today, I’m independent
and hard to catch.
Remember,
I don’t fly high in pride,
I stay grounded.
That’s how a transformation must be.

Thank you so much for reading!🙂

104 thoughts on “Musings of a Butterfly”

      2. I always call myself a butterfly. But it’s lifecycle to emerge as a beautiful insect is so difficult and requires a lot of patience. I had this in my mind for so long turned it into a poem today afternoon.
        Thanks again, Ashish!😊

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    1. I call myself a butterfly sometimes.😅
      I can’t resist myself in a place, I jump from place to place to stay in touch with everyone in class.
      Thank you so much for the comment, Sir.😇❤️
      I already added a picture is that not visible?🤔

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