A Flower Born of Desire

By Anisha Bhattacharya

In the garden of the dark

Beneath the blackened skies

There rose a quiet marvel-

A flower born of desire.

Its petals held the light within

The roots that screamed pain

Yet bold it stood, defiant-

Just yet to reach heaven.

Where dreams were buried

Within the lands of dust and sorrow.

A hope was sown that outlived.

The meadow where shadows tire.

When the ashes of obedience

Became its soil, not peace

But it was just right to scream.

Freedom with torn dreams.

No gentle hands had fed it,

Only sparks of freedom

Helped it break the cage

Of its ache that never sleeps.

At last, it attained its freedom.

The final bloom of broken roots

Sometimes it takes it all.

To turn chains into songs to ever blossom. 

By Anisha Bhattacharya