Butterfly to Cacoon

Don't always think of flying,
Sometime embrace the ground
Where you stand
The one who hold
also deserves to be told,
Some words of gratitude
Some words of love.

Hereafter, even if you fly
like a butterfly,
How long will that sky hold?
Sooner or later:
You'll have to land
Then, will play curse his filthy game
will trap you between sky and coast
like a Cacoon.

Making your way back to there;
flying from where was your only dream,
Reliving same mistake
Recollecting what you left
Every single day,
Reborning as a
Filthy butterfly:
A old tale of time.

"Fly like a butterfly,
will recite, an old guy.
Oblivious of your misery.

-Anju.H