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…