Poem | The metaphor
The metaphor They say, I am a worm Do they aspire a change? My journey seems too slow Do they propel some fuel? I too have likes in my heart That no one ever knows Those likes kept me dreamt That no one even supposes I too await a mate on the way She is full of colors and bravos That enjoys the freedom in the sky Touching the blueness all around They call her a butterfly She flies all around so gleefully Drinking nectar from flowers Flying with fellow followers An intense urge arose within To fly high in the sky therein While I was climbing the trees And as I plunged into dreams Now, I too need to be a butterfly To explore the blue sky as I fly Hiding the colors in my wings Flying around the cloudy rings As the mind whispers in my ears “You have to transform”, I hear “Then, I have to change my attire” Says my mind in a sigh of despair My mind goes for a deep sleep Creeps to ...