#11 Metamorphosis

   Metamorphosis

With the onset of monsoon

The very first drizzle, so light

Down pouring uncountable tiny water drops,

Radiating crystalline lusture, sight captured

By the vision lens observing

Meticulously the minuscule details

Which give rise to vivid imageries

Drops of water housed in reservoirs

Undergo a process of metamorphosis

Contributing to rain.

On the edge of ceiling

Of a room, between the crevices of the doors,

On the backsides of leaves lay stuck

Transluscent, silvery larva, more and more,

Incarnating spiky creatures, caterpillars

Which advance like springs on floors

Contracting and elongating

Which later undergo a process of metamorphosis

Contributing to the world, beauty

In form of winged creatures, Butterflies.

The lifeless trees standing

Upright, their leaves laying scattered

Nearby which create sound of ruffling

Caressed by breeze in a pleasant weather.

Those leaves have been battered

By the intensity of heat of summer.

The descend of rain drops on earth

Initiating a process of metamorphosis

Contributing to the world, vibrant hues

In form of leaves and flowers.

A soft skinned and delicate infant

Comforting slumber in its cradle.

Its babbling, mumbling and often giggling

Attract the world around it, feeble

Are those first steps he puts and later

Undergo a process of metamorphosis

Due to the labyrinth of time

Into an undefeated personage

Contributing to the generation

Knowledge, wisdom and experiences.

13.07.2013

By Swati Sarangi