Who to be ?

It knew not how to be born,

Yet it broke its way through the shell

On a wicked branch it crawled its way

A lavishing leaf it could tell.

 

Crowning his way amidst the fear,

Dreading to be consumed!

He took his hundred steps together,

His fate was un-assumed.

 

It grew and grew and seasons stayed

Untill one day he froze,

‘The End’ is that what it was ?

Or was it just another prose.

 

His heart began a slower pound

And harder grew his cocoon

A parched leaf was his final ground

He knew not the Sun or Moon

 

Change was constant, life was not

Nobody told him this !

What next? was next and bed was hot

Wonder what he would wish?

 

Tough times as they were then

he started sensing his beat

Now he could hear the chirping birds

and he could feel the heat !

 

Soon enough a ray of light

made it to his eyes

a herculean hole lay ahead

but he had to rise!

 

He pushed and pushed till he could breathe

and hours felt like days

He was now a different bloke

and different was his ways

 

He walked not but he could fly

a different world he saw

He had his pain and found his pleasure

He then called a draw…