I, Butterfly.

A strange streak of light
captured my estranged cocoon's plight.
Curious, I took a peek through the slit
The world looked fresh, a place befit.
For so long a time, I've lain still,
paralyzed was my being and so my will.
What chances have I got?
A lesson on flying I've never been taught.
Against the scorching sun, my wings may fade plain
and those fragile colours washed away at the first rain.

I can curl up here and someday peacefully die,
but when will I...
flirt with the flowers and kiss the meadow?
sail with the breeze and taste the morning dew?
It my life with its own myriad twists
and I shall not hold on to what only visits.
Come what may
I'll fly anyway
I might die trying, but I shall try,
spread my wings and fly far and high.

And hence once again, I took birth from the cocoon's womb
leaving the invisible shackles in the mundane tomb.
I experienced a change, a metamorphosis
from a self-made prison to freedom's bliss.
A transformation it was against all irony,
as I fluttered into life's beautiful journey.
Each breathing moment was a new picture, a happening
In end's disguise I found a beginning.

I may die at the 'morrow
but I know no fear, no sorrow.
I'm naught but a momentary creature
so I shall drink in the moment- not the past,not the future.
I fly, embracing every new discovery as I move on
past the farthest horizons and beyond
Someday my wings might retire,abound to earthly ties,
before that, once... just once...
I want to touch the skies.