MetaMoRpHosIs: Can't we celebrate their change? - Poem

Metamorphosis

How does a caterpillar change into a butterfly?
Is this process painful, because I've never seen them cry? 
 These insects enjoy their lives.
 Though they don't have anybody to talk to
They are an inspiration to the human lives.
But we avoid them, is this nice?
We should cherish and celebrate those moments.
But how do we know, when to?
But still can't we be kind to them?
 But at least celebrate the change? 
How does a tadpole change into a fully grown frog?
I thought about it for a moment
But the answer seemed to be miraculous?
To understand the change, I walked in the attractive garden, the weather was great, because it was spring!
I saw the whole thing.
And did not believe it.
But when I pinched myself, and realized it was real.
I saw myself celebrating their change by dancing with hands up in the air!

Written By- Mishka Gupta


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Nature's symphony

 Poem by Mishka- Nature's symphony The pearls of the garden curl up their petals, The antediluvian mixtapes endure playing. The serene smile passed on me by the little, And the lush, wet grass sprinkles few drops of water when rubbed over. Her perfect sight forced me smiling, From the rain to start showering. To soaking me and my shadow in the era of divine, Gazing for hours but don't know how time flew. I found myself dozing off on the bench on which I sat with her, When it was calm, but now I wake up mystified thinking I have hand on her but authentically on the frosty dew.
Read more

Was that me?- Poem- By Mishka Gupta

Image
  A poem about- The polarity between my childhood and current life Was that me? Written by- Mishka Gupta  They say I was, small better. But, why Maybe because all was blithe. At those times, I didn't even understand the meaning of life.  People came and went.  But I lay there in the green grass, lithe. Earlier I used to play with blocks. But now I want to invest in stocks.  When I was small, I didn't care about thinking about my future. But who knows, what I'll be one day? Maybe an aeronautical engineer, I say. I didn't even bother to study, when it was my age to crawl. But now I've learnt to stand up when I fall. I never cared about how I would look. Until I clicked my own picture  Dressed prim and proper with a charming smile. I was small, cute and often I would fall. But now I'm beautiful, talented and tall. I adore my personality. How I have grown, is a really crucial part of my journey. Maybe someday, I will change again. I'll find myself dancing in th
Read more

Who's she?

Image
Who's she? I used to see that auburn wavy hair.  I used to get happy after seeing them.  I couldn't see her face but did feel her pain.   She acts as if nothing happened.  But at the end of the day, she sits at the riverbank. She cries as if a lot has happened, facing at the back. She wants nobody to notice her.    Cause if they would, all is over for her!  The people she knows are just out of their mind all time.  How can she say that cause they say, 'She's mine!' How can she say goodbye to the people who've considered her, their all the time? How can she do that? This is what she's all about, a perfect example of the ups and downs. She's happy when she sees her sister. I know she's the only one who could understand her. Both are afraid of the truth.  But they hide it as what they are doin' is what they're up to  
Read more