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(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade)

I go through pain

Which is hard to explain

Why is the second form of me the best

This is way it makes me depressed

 

Why should there be change in me

Which I totally disagree

Am I so ugly you can’t take a glimpse

Everyone’s good in their own way even the chimps

 

You may think I am happy when I am a butterfly

That’s not true because I am the odd insect since I am stunning than my friend, housefly

I do miss the original form

But now the patterns on the wings are my uniform

 

The new life I am leading is not that bad

People take pictures with me, sometimes I go mad

My food which is nectar is so yummy

I get lost sucking it until it fills my tummy