You are a caterpillar in my cocoon.
It is now up to me.
Either I let you die or turn you into a beautiful butterfly.
Hold on a second,
What do you suppose I would do?
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You are a caterpillar in my cocoon.
It is now up to me.
Either I let you die or turn you into a beautiful butterfly.
Hold on a second,
What do you suppose I would do?
©VishalDutia
Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.
©VishalDutia
Like a clock on the wall changes time
Like a caterpillar changes to a butterfly
Like night turns to day, everything
Changes, sometimes in the blink of an eye
©VishalDutia