Like a criminal in exile-
excommunicated: finding solitude while making peace with the crimes he has committed.
So the catapillar greedily feeds itself with the notion of being emprisoned in its cocoon.
Killing its former self inorder to break through any barriers which might've constricted its movements,
shatters its enclosed walls
with its new found freedom, wings off as a butterfly.
Now, with new horizons to pursue, with a new point of view it is boundless, fearless,
but one thing would always be amiss,
and that is everything it has left behind.
I met up with such a butterfly and it told me this,
'that its not about what you've lost but what you stand to gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem