I opened my eyes,
And I didn't know
Where I was....
All I knew was that
It was comfortable there.
All I saw, was black.
All I felt, was darkness.
Yes, darkness it was,
Like a never ending blanket,
It cocooned my entire being
Inside its expansion.
A cocoon that
I never wished to break.
If a butterfly could remember
Its time inside the cocoon,
I don't think, it would ever
Want to become
A complete butterfly
At the cost of leaving
The cocoon.
.
- Ipsita Mitra Pupu
01/06/2021
CITEȘTI
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