My colour, voice and hope as pride,
Walked this peacock dancing in rain,
Time, the hunter hunted me,
Started plucking feather after feather of mine.

Our karma of previous birth chases us,
Deforestation leads no oxygen for us,
Passion for breathing fresh healthy air,
Drove me to dart the air.

Unknowingly fell into the sea of mundane existence,
Where, I know no swimming but still existed,
To eons on with hope troll on,
I pulled my ropes to engulf gulf.

Trying to fix the plucked feathers,
Spent most of my time tackling blows,
Days turned month and months to years,
Lost my feathers, lost my beauty
No more rain revives me but drain.

Unknowingly I roped myself in financial burdens,
Have become my time masters faithful dog,
With me I drag he, the GOD of mine,
But never shall HE mine all and all,
As he has unattached attachments ,
That I don’t want to unearth.

I lost my hope, voice and colour now,
My visage always frown now,
From beauty to beast,
I made myself a feast.

This rainbow hasn’t still lost,
Two colours of her rainbows,
Faith in god and passion in teaching,
Would love to case it with me in my coffin.

Seeding this thought to grow,
Burnt myself to turn back from ashes,
As days pass by, I shall turn into,
May be a grass , worm or a pupa,
My pupa stage to butterfly starts,
Bandaging my heart, eyes, ears, legs and feet,
I see myself stand in the sea,
Busy mastering minds and mastering my minutes.