Metamorphosis

That minute, that hour,

That day and that week,

And months and years,

And Decades,

of movement,

In mind and body.

Sneaking through time,

From that to this,

Then to now,

The essence has

Metamorphosed.

Ever changing,

Yet not.

Why would you,

Be interested,

In a transformation,

That’s not yours?

No life is,

Unique or common.

Mine, his,

Hers and yours.

But it’s true that,

There is always,

A story to tell,

To hear.

That’s why.

A birthday message to

ME.

Mallika Menon