One Day

One day I went on a search of me 

As in day to day life, we all are a busy bee

I found a tough hardcore statue

I moved around it scrutinized front back left right trying to review

When nothing found I peeped inside

 Shocked to discover what's behind 

Crouching a weak figure scared hesitant to face 

Appeared as if she is tired of running this life's race 

Outside I saw such a tough confident shell

 Inside which a delicately hidden caterpillar dwells

I was lost in so many whys and hows

Gazing continuously with raised brows

I observed a daughter, a wife, and a mother outside 

Who has to care, nurture and guide 

She can't afford to be what she is inside 

So she became a sculpture of pride and learned how everything can be hidden.