Transformation

Whom do I speak to 

The state of my mind

Where hope rekindles 

And my belief rests,

I long for an ear

To hear words of my despair.

And take up my tears.

Unknown fears follow 

My mind,

Deep-rooted, my tears.

Neither they evaporate 

Nor they condense 

But, a turmoil, they set

Longing to outburst. 

Like waves arising at sea

Striking the rocks,

By the shore 

Emoting outbursts of tears.

I too need an ear, to hear my fears. 

Need a touch to wipe my tears,

Need the eyes that can see my state 

The one who embraces me with my fate.

A strength that transforms me

From a caterpillar to a butterfly

A strength that transforms me

From a caterpillar to a butterfly.