When you screamed in labor’s strife,
Filling my lungs with tactical life,
Ma, I had no idea what this orb would be;
All I knew was wandering, free,
In the warmth of your womb’s embrace,
Like a caterpillar on wood, finding its place.
Ready to bloom, from a caterpillar to a cocoon,
Unaware of room that's full of boons.  

Your amnion did shield me well,
Like a chrysalis providing me shell.
The moment this air bloomed my lungs,
I was the bug, basking under the sun,
Fighting my battles to be THE son.

Ma,The armour dissolved in air  
as the age, I cannot ensnare,
And I had the burden of life,
All together, bleeding on knife,
Yet I am the caterpillar in the sky,
With my juvenile wings I sigh,
Oh! I had to be the butterfly ,
Once these walls of your scarf subsides.  

And after dysphoric yet euphoric wine,
I had my last breath stealing my time,
When on a soft bed I quietly lie,
I honour the end, and smile as I die.