You are the Butterfly

- D Rajitha

I was born inside a little cocoon,

Just a worm, wiggling with no way.

No wings, no sense, no sky to see,

Only a leaf to eat every day.

Ugly and small, I grew alone,

Wrapping myself in a single thread.

Hibernating through cold and heat,

Through wind and storm inside my bed.

No one saw the pain inside,

The waiting, the breaking, the prayer.

I pushed so hard to break the wall,

It hurt to breathe the open air.

My wings were stuck, wet and small,

I could not fly, I had to wait.

I let them dry in patient sun,

For freedom never comes in haste.

Now I fly, higher and higher,

Because I waited through that night.

Your wings are also stuck in you,

Let them dry, one day you will take flight.

(RAJITHA D ,Creative writer, GGHSS, PADAPPAI, KANCHEEPURAM)