Help Against Nature


I met the cocoon, moving through the forest;
Next to then the gale subsist still and everything was at rest.
It was struggling to come out;
But there was no solitary listening to its unspeakable shout,
And I lend a hand to take it out.
I incise one part of the cocoon;
The tiny exposed so on.
Three suns and moons I observed it;
But neither could it fly nor could it sit.
I couldn’t craft the reasons for it;
That why it couldn’t fly and why it couldn’t sit.
I presume the help out was against nature;
This abated its forces in its wings and get it boast a dark future.

Submitted by ABHIMAN MISHRA.

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