Living in the Cocoon as a Pupa,

Safe in the hard shield of protection…

Dormant, but with the dreams to fly,

Secured from thoughts of being hunted…

Days passed, the chrysalis had gone,

Struggled, Stretched the beautiful wings…

Flew high in the sky, as a rainbow floating,

Enjoying the beautiful nature and freedom…

Hunted with words, thoughts and actions,

Like Eagles’ claw, piercing the wings…

Dreams shattered and fallen into ashes,

Looking for the Cocoon to hide again…

Nature chilled out, Rain showered,

And horizon had sun above the clouds…

Rose as phoenix bird, from the ashes,

With an aim in life to fly again…

Attained in silence and knowledge,

Thoughts revamped, Attitude altered…

New thoughts and transformed mind,

Cleared a new path to move forward.

Realizing the purpose of the life,

Life meant to serve each other …

Join hands and lift one another,

God dwells where there is harmony.