STORYMIRROR

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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