out of cocoon
no
donot touch now
let the wings unfurl
wings into wind
wind into wings
let the wings spread
wings shall grow in the wind only
multi-coloured wings like human dreams
let it fly
let it fly into the flowers
if there is any flowers left in human garden
then only it will be a butterfly
all thing are thing of beauty
my wings too
in the cocoon
grown
I too shall come out from this cocoon
And live through
These things of beauty
Even if human garden barren
And human hearts numb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem