Our life- A Butterfly’s life

We are born - we slowly crawl,
And enjoy nature as it is,
 Like a little caterpillar;
We’re small and delicate.
When a little older,
Protected by the pupa of parental love
And School teachers and friends…
Then, before we realize,
We are out with flying colours,
Flying like a butterfly,
In the garden of life;
A garden of sweet flowers and thorns,
And many butterflies like us,
Exploring this colourful garden…
And also, many competitors
Like the honeybees,
Wanting to collect the same nectar;
The nectar of knowledge and career
That we want to live on…
Many frogs and spider-webs,
Wanting to trap us,
But yet, we see our life as
A beautiful and colourful place
To live in, in the very less
Time we have, to spend and to find
A meaning for this warm and green,
Colourful garden called - ‘life’!

                                                             ~ Mridula.N.Murthy

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