Butterfly, an unwanted nickname…
“Can I call you butterfly?”
He looked at me for a mere second and laughed out loud
“Who in the world gives such a nickname to a man?” he said.
Maybe it’s true no one ever wants to call them an insect name. But he never knew that that animal is the one that would describe him more perfectly than anything in the world.
Everyone notices its beauty
Just like...
Everyone notices his smile
Everyone notices its wings
Just like...
Everyone notices his talents
Everyone notices its unique patterns
Just like...
Everyone notices his unique personality
But
No one notices its struggles
Just like...
No one notices his unstable life
No one notices it when it’s a caterpillar
Just like...
No one notices his past
No one notices its ugly fat shape as a caterpillar
Just like...
No one noticed his presence when he was a kid
And out of all these things
A caterpillar builds a cocoon for itself to become a beautiful butterfly
I want to be a cocoon for him
I want to secure him tightly in my arms when he is hurt
I want to hold him in my embrace when others hate him for who he is
I want to let him know that I can be his hideaway when he is delicate and sensitive
I want to let him know that I love him not because he is like a butterfly but because he stayed strong like a caterpillar
I want to let him know that I want him not because he is unique but because he is hard-working and fragile
I want to let him know I admire him not because he is beautiful but because he was able to spread his wings out of all this chaos in his life
But
He never wants to ask why I want to call him a butterfly
And I never want to tell him this untold truth
Credits
This contribution is proofread by Sreekar Ayyagari & photographed by Krishna Guttikonda.
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