By: Anita sharms


Lost in thoughts 

i marvelled how can a bird rise out of its own pyre

of the burning ember

and rise  and soar up in the sky

leaving behind all that has turned into ashes

leaving behind all the pain of an inferno perhaps

taking a flight to a new beautiful life.


A life perhaps martyred for a noble cause 

For a new life to begin

a pyre and a birth place seemingly a paradox

But that is what a phoenix is all about

what seems apparently devastating today 

maybe is the herald of a new dawn