Photography by Pratyush Pushkar
Alone I stand
In midst of my beings
Bereft of my wings
That shades my soul-
Green for the glee
As I sway with the wind
Orange for the glum
That stays within
Yellow the hue of wither
As I’ll fall on the ground below
Brown the tinge of my rust
When my wings are nothing but crust
Today as I stand alone
I found my wings
With their rusted crust
Flowing and following
To the tunes of the zephyr
Without turning back
They tear me apart
And bid me their
Unsaid goodbye
But I still stand tough
With all my strength
To survive the storm
© Literati Meraki - iwrite
17th April, 2016
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