Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Caterpillar turning into butterfly

Like a dream of crimson morning
Her beauty is fragile yet vibrant
Learning to play the melodies of life
 hardly she ever complaint

Though she fears of the failures
Still soaring high on her imaginary wings
As she had learnt from the past
After every cold winter, comes the magical spring

Like a graceful dancer, dancing
On the beats of songs of her own soul
 Full of curiosity, she is ready to

find the ways to achieve her goals