Crawls the caterpillar for the case
To come out as a new born butterfly
Or for a noble pretence does wriggle endless
The snake to shed its skin that's dead and dry.
The plant so lies whole year, in wait for Autumn
To shed its leaves and wear a shinier foliage
As Nature's each elapsing momentum
Does life 'together cast off for a new lease.
That,putting on the present is like dying,
For shifts the time e'er with the growing earth
And dry the wears away in long 'waylaying'
Due for life to sustain with each new birth.
Rolls on the cycle of life with love for the new;
Though go the old, the new - me after you...
- N. P. SAMAL
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