The Cocoon

By Gladwin George

Beneath the silk layers, I lie,

in the coziness of the cocoon-

The outer world beckons me-

Glancing through the translucent pane,

I see a myriad of opportunities, to blossom,

albeit, at a price.

The wands of power are visible, dangling

in air, stroking on the surface,

luring me, but in vain, as I know,

the shackles of chores and pain follow suit,

unfathomable for me to bear!

No ambition nor craving will ever

kindle my veins, for beads of sweat

should I thread for it, a futile call!!

For me, To quench, a drop needed,

to satiate, a crumb required,

the misery and neglect around, I behold;

but dare not tread into the open,

to align and pity with such woe, entails

the shedding off the warmth

wrapped around!

To be sessile in a mobile world

calls for genuine prowess, I proudly profess.

Others tattle it`s indolence sublime-

to don eternity in chrysalis is all

that I desire!

By Gladwin George