She Walked Through Time

By Ankit Rathore

She began as a girl with soil on her palms,

chasing dragonflies in sun-drenched fields,

laughing in the language of flowing rivers,

her dreams stitched in colours older than memory.

Youth came like a storm—

restless feet,

fire in her veins,

learning freedom through tears and rebellion.

She stumbled through noise,

carried wounds under bangles and courage in her heartbeat,

her voice cracking, then rising—

unbreakable.

And now she sits in the hush of dawns,

silver hair kissed by the wind,

smelling of jasmine, rain, and ancient pride.

She breathes slow,

tending to roots and watering dreams again,

finding peace in the echoes of all she survived—

a queen in quiet light,

reborn each morning.

By Ankit Rathore