|pic by : parikshith sambasivan|
i know the coldness,of the summer,
i have seen many such winters in summer before,
but never did i think i would, without you
see life beyond the shore...
then one day, you called out my name,
in this dizzy whirl, i found a world,
i now found new wing,
and realised i was also a bird
deep in the mountains,
when you fly over,
i would wait then, with pride in my eyes,
with wings not so strong but,
i'll idly watch you fly out of sight...
then when one day,
you call out my name...
i would then,
be born again...
when the phoenix left,
ashes turned to fire,
with a promise
"i will be born again,
after being offered to the pyre..."