Urticating hairs
bristles toxin filled
are long forgotten
stung you many times
in the past
brutally though.
The caterpillar
moults
growing colored wings
to you again befool
a task for him never tough.
Million eggs
it promises
this republic day
to your surprise
all hatch soon
just wait and be cool.
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