Broken Chrysalis Poem by Abhimanyu Raman

Broken Chrysalis, I observe
The wings emerge
First, the rest follows
From the womb that is not flesh
Nor sown by man, it is change in motion
Metamorphosis, we pass varying multitudes
Before we are born
Into a world without dialect, without notion
Or obsession, the idea is that we continue to survive
Sometimes we crash
On the invisible frontier, mistaking the wall
To be a growing expanse, and like the butterfly,
We soar, knowing not our pathetic insignificance
In the world’s eye,
Yes, dreams are so pure, they lead us on
On bloated wings they let us climb the ladder
That isn’t all there, we know this not till the end
And let us catch a glimpse, of paradise
Then the wings break, they negate,
Our rise, and we fall into hopelessness
And we keep searching for that view, time and again
Only to find the rotting ground around us,
And us, rotting in the middle
Until we see another chrysalis break open, and its sole inmate soar
Into the sky, that we fell from
And we hope, against all dying hope
That this butterfly may not plummet to the ground too