CYCLE

She was a cocoon,

When I first witnessed her innocence

She grasped me like I might lost

In the crowd of strangers.

Soon she turned into a beautiful butterfly

I asked her, "Do you enjoy sucking nectar of flowers?"

She got embarassed.

I thought of giving her a permanent residence.

I got elated at her jaw dropping elegance during the most beautiful phase,

She was new to the wild,

She had never been acquainted with cocoon or butterfly whatsoever,

I got jolted when the news of her death

reached my doors.

She had left a cocoon of her own.

I was a mother then and now,

To two different beloved

Once I was strong and bold, full of life

Everything changed for certain

Presently I reeked of old age and broken crayons,

Death was calling and my time was over,

But could not move,

Handling a bigger responsibility

Of turning a seed to a tree.