Butterfly
Trapped by someone else’s rule
You would call yourself a fool
Confined within people’s choice
You aren’t able to raise your voice
Chasing your dreams may not be a piece of cake
There may be times when you need a break
Times when life will test you,
And times when you’ll find hard to undo
An ugly caterpillar entombed in a cocoon
Thinking it’s the end is a mistake,
Because soon a butterfly will emerge
Ready to take on the world
Sometime as tiny as an insects
Can it have such a profound effect?
The fluttering of wings in its progress
Beauty is its success
So be like a butterfly
Your journey has just begun.
Even in your darkest situations
You never know when
You’ll hear “WELL DONE”.
BY HRIDA JAIN
5TH B
NOT SO COLOURFUL BUTTERFLY
Once upon a time there lived a not so colorful butterfly named sunny
She hadn’t started out that way. She began life as a colourful caterpillar – bright
pea green and mustard yellow with black spots. She climbed trees with her
caterpillar friends, May and June.
Sunny loved climbing and she loved munching on leaves, right after the rain
when they were ripe and juicy. But what she loved more than anything was to
tell stories.
Her stories were full of adventure, pirates, witches and wizards, brave heroes
who fought dragons and princesses who spoke their minds.
She loved to sit up high in her tree and weave tales to the other caterpillar,
spinning a magical story web around them.
She told them in sun and shade, and at night by the light of the moon. Her
friends loved to listen, but agreed that she was well a little strange or at a little
different from them.
She along with her gang dreamed of the day when they would spin into a
chrysalis, beginning their transformation into butterflies. She imagined her wings
without rainbow colours that would sparkle in sunlight
One day in late winter, when the first spring buds were forming on the trees,
sunny turned into a candy cane shape hanging upside down from a small branch,
and began to spin her chrysalis.
After two long weeks of work, she popped out in excitement, imagining how
magnificent her wings would be.
She rushed down to the stream, not far from the tree, peering into the water at
her reflection.
“No!” she gasped aloud, hopping a step back. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
Staring back was a butterfly as black as night, with not a speck of color or
pattern. This was not what she had imagined at all! No-no this would not do.
What would her friends look like? What would they say her when they’ll look at
her?
She couldn’t bear to find out, she lowered her head, flapping quickly away to
hide high up in the tree, in the shade of some leaves.
“If only I could be a caterpillar again”, this thought crossed her mind. Next day
the Sun rose higher and higher as she sat thinking all day that she didn’t even
notice when the Sun set and May along with June came beside her.
“Wow! Your wings are so big and beautiful.” May said.
“You look just like the midnight sky.” Said June.
“We’ve missed your stories a lot, please tell us one”
“Yes, please” May whispered.
Sunny was flattered by their compliments. She thought ”Did she really look like
the midnight sky?” she looked up at the vast sky above her adorned with tiny
stars. It was magnificent.
Sunny let out a slow breadth and started “once a upon a time, there lived ‘a not
so colourful butterfly’ ……………...”
Sunny looked up and smiled.
She felt beautiful, just as she was
BY HRIDA JAIN
5TH B
