A masterpiece of God’s creation,
bestowed me with marvellous elation.
As I watch the magical process with glory,
A catterpiller turns into a pretty butterfly.
Lover of flowers, prince of garden,
belonging to eternal spring of Edan.
Delicate lacy wings sway without noise,
Angelic swing is poise with no choice.
Effortless flight, indeed a delicious sight,
onlooker go on unblinking with colour fest.
Butterfly sips flavour of sweet honey,
with no hurry or worry, only moments merry.
A butterfly’s life is short, an irreversible sort,
yet a tiny fly taught, how to live life a lot.
A sudden vision mirrored of a livid being..
Pristine truth surfaced! I am a human being.
Compressed cocoon is my domain, shadows forlorn and thick,
restless hermit as I remain, freedom of air I seek.
‘Metamorphosis’ only revolution as prognosis, I conform.
Old robes shed as I form, new wings sprout what a reform!
I am on a verge of flight, with gusto I fly
and flutter like a butterfly, my dream, I comply.
© Maaya Dev