Thawed Passion

By Dhaatri Agarwal

A girl was born on a bitter cold dawn,

Bringing with her sunshine and warmth

There was overwhelming support and most all,

A passion for something thawed

Living within her icy december heart.

On the surface she had an ordinary life,

definity meant for fulfilment

But never to fly to places unknown

What restricted her greatness?

It was neither her circumstance

Nor the lack of fire to melt the ice

There was just this simple rhythm...

Everyone, including herself would fall into

It was a small world with small expectations

Where grandeur was an object of admiration,

And not a dream ever thought of.

The only bound she had to break

Was to realise—

Just because she had everything picture perfect

Didn't mean she couldn't go above and beyond

To reach where her fire would ignite

Leaving her haven never meant she didn't belong

But that her town would celebrate her regardless

And never compel her to sacrifice the extraordinary

She just had to realise that

She could fly high

Without having to go into exile

And when she reached the pinnacle,

Only to come home to the cacophony of warmth,

She learned that the top wasn't that far off afterall.

By Dhaatri Agarwal