The Rise Of The Phoenix

By Mitanshi Kumar

A rise from the ashes,

A rise from the past.

A dead soul comes alive,

With the passing of another.

The solitude of a journey,

The first and foremost feeling of

Victory.

The path complete of what once was the feeling

Of failure.

And here I stand as I witness,

The rise of the prominent beast,

An idea, a philosophy,

A goal to accomplish,

A scene to remember.

Fire as bright as the aspirations I saw,

Eyes as dark as the past it had,

And here she rises;

The Phoenix.

By Mitanshi Kumar