A bunch of caterpillars
Traversed from afar off
To a tiny unpopular pasture:
Entered as novices,
To be trained by no-vices;
Explored the pasture
Crawling from corners to corners:
Lengthwise, breadthwise, diagonal
Shouldering each other,
Trampling over each other,
Sometimes standing over another's shoulder,
To see the world near and beyond.
After supposedly having been trained,
They set out on a journey,
Far and beyond:
Wiggling through crevices
Wagging their tails,
Fighting their way through
Building their cocoon,
Transforming inside out
They look back at their journey
And yearn for the pasture:
The pasture that allowed them be,
The pasture that gave a piece of freedom
The pasture that let them grow
The pasture that quietly groomed them
They returned to that green
Feeling younger and replenished
Shedding away the iron column
That had built into themselves
Becoming more flexible,
For it's the only place
That's devoid of judgements,
Devoid of responsibilities,
Where one can just be.
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