Resurrection

By Shikha Nambiar

O the mighty sweet whisperers, apologies for not putting it together sooner, I see you welcoming me at the end of the secret tunnel you told me about, Do see me walking through, pursuing your guidance, This freedom seems different, With scars but proud ones, Unwrapping my wings with a replenished valour,

Ready to be above the clouds,

As seekers shall we prevail, Not on an always happy trail, but to be flapping back against the wind, Taking on new battles, henceforth we live our lives, Dreaming again? Reciprocating reality does it feel? Then, dream shall I seek, A resurrection it is, From the master of the cage, master of the rules, Captor of the unknown but unmistakably own.

By Shikha Nambiar