BUTTERFLIES OF LIFE

Have you seen a butterfly?

I guess you all have seen,

Such a beautiful creation of nature

Not an insect, rather a winged queen.

But a butterfly, has only one chance

To transform from a caterpillar,

But we humans, change many cocoons

With time and with healers.

Yes, you have read it right

The process is a bit weird,

We form a cocoon of a comfort zone

When we get everything near.

But a time comes when it breaks

As breaks everything in nature,

And then paint with our life's colour

On our aspiration-shaped caricatures.

When we are kids, we are less tolerant

And are pissed off by this and that,

And behave as if we are moody as a lion

With a mere size of a cat.

But slowly when we see, all are the same

We mature and we understand,

Its folly to behold the ego in life

If we want a helping hand.

Now the age comes, when we are young

But not into the teenage,

We are mesmerized by petty little things

And bragging creeps like a leakage.

And finally, we grow and pass through this

To become a bit wiser in life,

And then we step into teenage

Which changes the way we strive.

We become risk takers, full of feelings

We grow into rebels of time,

And consider only us to have voice

And the wise to know nothing, but mime.

Many are swayed at this age

Many take up the wrong way,

A time in which infatuations matter

More than the lessons of the day.

But luckily a few aren't that shaken

And they pass on to the next,

Some join colleges and some institutes

As the early tees build the nest.

Within a few years, a new life starts

When job summons for a cause,

To earn a lot and fulfil all dreams

And be elite in social accords.

Responsibilities gradually pile up

While some handle them so good,

But some cannot manage all sides

And can't hatch from their cocoons.

And thus life goes for some more years

Unless the thirties knock doors,

When Indian parents do their jobs

In searching the best match for your's.

And those who marry take a load further

And start a family from scratch,

Parents for them just remain parents

As they settle with partner and lads.

And then things go in a recursive way

All they have seen so long,

Now replicate through their own children

Who grow up clinging strong.

But each time they do cross a level

The parent becomes more tensed,

And into competitions unknown

They always find their place.

Cocoons after cocoon, we keep on cracking

And each time emerge colourful,

As change is the only constant here

And to keep changing is the tool.

And so I think, its prettier to be

A human, who can at least describe,

How beautiful each cocoon was that we had broken

And emerged as the butterflies of life.

- Lucifer