Chrysalis

Some thought he doesn't exist
Some thought he died
“What’s wrong with him?”
Wondered some more.
He did not breathe
Nor did he make any move
He did not drink anything
He did not eat either.
He looked mummified
Though he wasn’t dead.
He was just transforming
Like a pupa to butterfly.
He transcended the time
And travelled to places.
Through the clouds and
Through the wind; through
The sky and through the ocean.
And now, it’s just a waiting
Waiting to be re-born, with
Peace within and peace around
Love within and love around
It is just a waiting, just
Waiting to be re-born.