My Caterpillars

I had it in me

As I had my sweet little bee

With me.

The newness of it,

Though bloomed out

Afresh,

When felt I again

Two lives alive in me.

Bloomed out

The two caterpillars

From not the wedlock,

But the love galore

He decanted on me.

Every touch he touched

Was divinity personified

For me.

Blessed I am thus,

To have his seeds in me.

World knows not

Being loved how it feels to be.

Understands only they

The language of bondage and slavery.

My Caterpillars!

So,

Dreams of yours

To bloom into a butterfly,
Buzzing around

In joy and glee,

Is something mum scares to fulfill. 

Life I can promise you

Till the dusk tomorrow.

Forgive mum

For putting you through this sorrow.

My Caterpillars!
Muma’s secrets you will be.

Deep concealed.

So,

Remain you will in my soul

Like life’s unforgotten reel.

Begs mum to two of you.

Grant me a chance once more

In years to come.

To roe you,

To nurture you,

To blossom you,

Into colorful butterflies,

Fluttering around

Psychedelic flowers

Of joy and spree.