A larva

She came to me,

sat in an anguish and

managed to narrate her retiral.

My response was sudden,

lavishing a total denial.

Her constant attempt to make me

tackle this pain

came to me as a

thunderbolt of vain.

“Why do you want to go granny? ”

I asked bearing an obese tone.

“Someone needs me more than you do, honey!”

Her counter as gloomy as my inner moan.

She kept on declaring,

I kept on sustaining.

A moment of silence and I

with my pitch magnified

enjoined her to visit

in the twinkling of an eye.

All I encountered today was that

I’m among those larvae

in a cocoon sealed with a pseudo display.