Worm

A little egg breaks

An even smaller head

Slowly raises itself

Towards sunlight.

Tiny eyes, black dots

Hope springs forth

And on a soft jelly body

It begins its journey.

Wriggling slowly but steadily

A little green worm

Passes by green mulberry leaves

On its way to become a butterfly

A tiny dew

Drenches it.

Oh no, it stops.

Lets the drop fall aside

And carries on forth

Nothing can stop it now

The sun, the dew, the wind

Are willing allies

To its fragile one-track mind.

The wind blows it away

A little fear of the unknown

But forward and forward it wriggles

Until something smashes it down.

It looks a little to the back

Its stomach, now a pile of semisolid mass

Pasted to the road.

Yet, it tries to move forward.

It pains immensely.

But the little worm carries on

Its tiny eyes- two black dots.

With immense determination

It pulls its leftover body out

The tormenting pain asks it to give in

Against all odds, it moves on

The thick viscous liquid

Starts flowing from its stomach

It tries but cannot move.

Dreams of mulberry leaves

Fills its little eyes with tears.

Suddenly a big tongue flaps out

Something like glue.

And the little bright worm

Is gobbled by a lizard

Waiting on a cue.