The Butterfly Leaves its Cocoon

 

 

From the aged dusk to the novel dawn

Wandering around this pretty lawn

My indelible affection for the red rose

Tried hard to leave me frozen

To the transitory reminiscences

Of the good-old existence

 

Till I was profoundly in ardor

Confining the rose to the core

Little did I know-

The rose was “the same” to many

I was just another penny.

 

No way out could be seen

No another track that clean

Moving away was the most clear

But not as easy as it appears

After my reluctant struggle

To stay away from that very hurdle

I made it my own desired way

I could find a silver lining in the gray

The verdict turned out to be a victory

Erasing attachment releases misery.

 

I was then in a cocoon bound to a shell

Of sentiments and a fear used to dwell

Now here I am a butterfly,

Soaring eternally high

All I lack are emotions

There is nothing of it to mention.

 

© Srishti Garg