When she was a caterpillar, Green little flabby form Everyone judged her, thought she was just a piece of silly worm But her faith in herself was not gone Emerging from that cocoon, Going through that Excruciating pain That hole seemed like a suffocating pit She felt like her life was over, there's no way again to fit After what seemed like eternity, She got relieved from the struggle and painful adversity And when she came out of hell thereby She emerged as a beautiful winged angel, Which they call a butterfly Struggling and growing, She evolved into a colorful array Who now has the freedom to fly away across all that limits her way Who knew that a caterpillar will convert into such an extraordinary form Who has No boundaries and no comfort zone... Vibhuti Gupta
Hi! Welcome to my blog. I am Vibhuti, an avid reader and an aspiring writer. This blog contains my poetry, articles and book recommendations.