If I Were a Phoenix

By Barkha Poptani

“still I will rise even if I turned to ashes...”

Doomed and boomed I sit in a depth

Under the bed of the sea I hide my steps

Half defeated half won in the grounds of shreds

I am a phoenix, I shall conquer the requital of the dead

Bleached and stitched all together my strengths

I symbolise my truths within my vein

Conquest me with the worst I dare

I am a phoenix, I had my wings made a flare

Struggled and giggled when I perch on the clouds

In the light of the sky I camouflage my doubts

Little no soon the fire in my war caught a collision

But the ignition within rushed with the intensity of a vision

Won and done with the last and I touch

No envy or fragility triumphed over to hitch me to the hutch

Neither my sword of prevail ever bent to the knees

I am no more than a vanquishing bird with a dauntless eye until the last crease

By Barkha Poptani