Metamorphosis Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

When you look at the achingly blue butterfly

Flutter from flower to flower

Do you think of the caterpillar it was

Or pity that its days are numbered?

When you look at the too-perfect beauty

With the standardised specifications

Beaming away with her synthetic smile

Do you think of her evening

When the looks will be gone

And she will look like everyone else

When people will feel sorry for her

With an ill-concealed glee

And she will go into hiding?