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Swathy Janardhanan

Abstract Children Stories Drama

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Swathy Janardhanan

Abstract Children Stories Drama

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

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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.



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