A Caterpillar In Disguise
A Caterpillar In Disguise1 min 289 1 min 289
Look around for a while
We observe a caterpillar right by our side
Like those who tend to rise
To the euphoria of the blue red skies
From the chrysalis of mortality
That can ever come by
Transpire out the pinion of the fairy butterflies,
Through the blind spot of our darkest vines
Shines bright to make us realize
To break free of those shackles
Which keeps us behind
Engulfed by curtains to keep us in aisle
To embrace those cognated souls of grime
That makes us fall for allure and Devine.
Raises a question in million minds
Can we ever move past our deepest fear,
To explore the skies of eternity & beyond??
Black and fleecy
Caterpillar in a scurry,
To prey on shady mulberry leaves,
Or hide for a while,
To mock a bunch of birds who pass by,
In order to survive those spotless nights,
In order to spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.
But, one thing which hits those bizarre minds,
Where we are leading our vivacity as a camouflage,
To endure our biggest lies,
So that we can stash those unseen faces,
To undergo a life as a caterpillar in disguise.