"Today I'm standing among the crowd like a Caterpillar,
Over my head are flying the butterflies but i cannot see them,
Someday I'll be enclosed in a Cocoon,
Everybody will think I don't exist anymore,
But instead, I'll be in a state of metaphor,
I can't take it anymore,
I will have to leave everything behind,
With a different personality,
With a different dream,
Ill be come back,
Some among you will try to open the cocoon to look for me,
They will miss me but I won't be visible anymore in that shell,
While others will be happy that I don't exist anymore,
For them, I was not important,
They have been using me as long as I could stand on my feet,
Oh my dear people who are close to my heart!
Don't cry over my dead body,
If somebody is crying,
Tell him, he will have to join me someday,
And on that day I will be alive again,
Not as a Caterpillar But as a butterfly,
A new butterfly came out from the dead body,
From the dead body of the Caterpillar,
I'll fly all over the rest,
No one among them will see me,
While they will be busy taking advantage of each other,
I'll be flying among the beautiful butterflies in the sky..."
Muzammil
