Author: Anvesha Dashora, Class VII A
Like the butterfly emerges
Lets out her beautiful wings,
A butterfly grows and develops,
With the love her mother brings.
Someday the butterfly has to fly off its darkened cocoon,
Someday the snake has to come out of its barren skin,
Someday we have to come out of our old nests from which we’d dreamt.
This butterfly with the golden wings,
Does a very special thing.
It catches everything that’s bad,
Those dreams and thoughts that make you sad,
Then seals them in a golden cocoon,
And carries them far past the moon.
Then it returns the very night,
So that you wake up with love and delight.
