Treasure Island

Kavitha Krishnamurthy

(09 Jan / Chennai)

The cocoon


The sensitive heart wrapped by the hard cocoon
Thousand blows strike the shell
Create wounds much throbbing
The time heals the wound, the scar remains
As a commemoration of the hurt that once occurred
Refreshes again and again in the reminiscence
Remains as a lesson to correct our gaffes
Each of the scars makes us strong
The susceptible heart deep inside
Encounters a slight pain with each of blow
But time may tell how long the wrap stays
With each of the gust the cocoon thins down
Pray for the cocoon to stay forever
If it vanishes then the gust would be so agonizing
After all how much pain could a vulnerable heart tolerate?

Submitted: Saturday, December 23, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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