"Flipping pages of memories in mind,
Frozen the air of love, that once bloomed!"
Oh.... Why? The caterpillar asked.
" Once, the thin layer of mine,
Innocence and Childishness... Wanting love and love... And only love that is never known, only wished to find from folk!!
I flew away, touch that fright me,
forgot to admire the art of my wings,
As I gave up flying, after finding a garden of flowers.
I felt the touch, I Believed to be Love..., as inhaled I did!
But, shedding of that age, brought on critics, in the name of Fantasy,
to drop on this land!
Love is safe for the final flying!
Beauty passes with grips that only death can hold!!
© Saranya Anish Nair