Caterpillar

I'm not a worm, I'm grossly mis-understood. I'm not ugly, I'm still a growing baby. Once I free myself from this cucoon, the world sees the real me. Then, there will be praises galore!

It's the slow & hard processes that make one beautiful. As a butterfly, I'm no different. When I flitter by in colours vibrant, no one will remember what the young one looked like!

There will only be smiles... One of mine & many of all who love me. In the end, all that matters is aesthetics of the present. The struggles will be long forgotten, the ugliness erased from all minds!