And Then...

And then,

A silkworm cocooned and marooned on a leaf, 

Would know of its power with which to weave,

Silk that would last more than a century,

Silk to change grotesque into pretty.

And then,

A butterfly flapping its large wings vibrant,

Hurriedly pursuing nectar and scents,

Would know of the power encased in its form,

The power to unleash a mighty storm.

And then, 

A man caught unaware in the grind,

Burning within with a will to drive - 

Darkness out and light a candle, 

Would know of the power with which to handle

The desire to change the world as we know,

Into a land where virtues flow. 

And then, it glowed!

Naive in thought, and usage of words, the above poem had to make it here because it was the first time I composed something during an exam! Yes, so, a souvenir from there.

Picture credits - Madhurjya Saikia. I have already told you guys he is a superlative photographer, not something to forget.