The winds try in vain to blow off the light

And the waters thatched in the cold

Many lives passed through the eternal circle

Yet my soul fails to circumvent and make it past the folds


I roamed aimlessly wandering through the shores

Had I been the wind or had I been a mere folklore?

My existence oscillated between there and now

I do not exist yet somebody called out for me, but how?


I could be free, I could be unbound

My soul sighed in a relief forlorn

My skin was barely sticking to the bones

I had been a memory, long forgotten yet recently born


The voice grew louder and incessant

And it raked the skies and the moons

Sending across a reverberating shiver

That etched on the empty abysses and sand dunes


A cold and starry night raked the horizon

For the blood-soiled land sprouted with emotions

Anger, hate, gloom and envy shot up like weed

While love, joy, empathy and awe were shunned


I grinned and cackled as limbs sprouted out of a meatball

Beaten and defeated, that wasn’t what you could see now

The monster doesn’t lurk under the bed anymore

For we are one, and we shall make the world bow

…now that you’re here

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Anagha Aglawe, English poetry writer at Ameya

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