And
that morning
She
leaned towards the gentler winds
Opened
her clenching fists— maybe her trimmed feathers
And put
a tiny step into realm of faith.
Though
tiny hesitation dangling on her breezy hopes,
Yet she was craving for pain— Confronting with
real ‘She’.
As the
sun appeared,
She
engulfed that numbness —with her opening arms
With a
deep breath— she felt lighter
Floating
like a feather,
Somewhere
—gorgeously painted skin of nature
Helped
her to conquer her world again,
With a
new beginning —sailing with a new song.
- Ankita Chauhan