Dancing with a Cyclone (Magic and Alchemy)

 

It came to consume me
To thrash me down
to the pebbled floor

To laugh at my

tears and blood-tinted lesions;

Like a barbarous sadist, 

It reveled in my misery;

The more I whined, 

the more it was unkind

Till I ogled at it

With a bona fide smile

and stood up after a while.

"You are no foe,

but a teacher in disguise",

Saying this, I held its hand.

Dancing with a cyclone

Round and round, I was thrown

I fell, I got hurt, yet I stood up

Dancing with a cyclone

Round and round, I won.

I learned my strengths as

I matched its footsteps;

Finally, when it was gone

From caterpillar, a butterfly was born. 

-Purba Chakraborty

05.04.2021

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