Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis


It was the beginning.
Of life and the dreams to fly.
A female caterpillar.
Was nurtured in clear etiquette.
No one heard the inner strife,
for a handful of lies sculpted my life.
Like, the gods enslaved in the stones-
are wrathful even in their undertones.
Like, an emotion is a horrible crime.
Or a girl is the sinner everytime.
Was pelted with stones for loving.
Was tortured bad for crying.
It was the escapade time.
So I buried me in a hard chrysalis.
I lived beneath a withered leaf,
cocooned in slithering silence.
Built 'a room of one's own' around.
Severed ties to the outside world.
Not to speak was the mantra.
 
; Not to seek help was the rule ultra.
Liberty was a mirage, distant.
Hatred smiled, triumphant.
Tears enough had I, now no more cry.
For I carried the soul of a butterfly.
It was the eruption time.
To vent out the vile volcano ghosts
Bang! cracked open the cocoon cage.
Light, fresh air, first real breath.
I conjured all my wildest dreams-
and forged myself two wings.
Shaded them in all happy hues.
Now good riddance to all the blues.
What if I chose to stay happy?
What if I stay alone and be happy?
What if I chose to kiss the sky?
Because anyways I'm born to fly.
It's time to live on a hydrangia.
And to fly and be a happy butterfly.