The flabby caterpillar felt bad,

when other insects went mad.

Called her dull and many legged,

‘Don’t despise me’, she begged.

They made fun of her hair,

She thought, why god isn’t fair?

Other bugs flew and giggled,

She tried to run away but wiggled.

The humiliation went for days,

‘Let me hide’, she says.

The next day she hid in a cover,

Unseen by her foe or lover.

In deep slumber, she rested,

Her patience, the god tested.

As she woke up the next morn,

Her previous identity was gone.

She was no more dull and hairy,

But a beautiful butterfly like a fairy.

                                                           ~BK Tshering Wangchuk

                                                               Bhutan