Crack of Dawn

She is fire soaked in Cherry wine,

A damsel in distress,

Queen of Atlantis

Tiptoeing on thin ice; She

A warrior of life and death

Fights with the demons of her ancestors

Under the light of a million mornings.

When the sun wanders

From East to West

She bends with the light

And floats on copper fields,

Inhaling words, exhaling poetries

Hope sprouts from her mulberry thighs,

From sundown

To moonrise,

What a sight to behold

How she drifts gracefully

Through the obituaries of seasons,

And she thrives

With grace

Under the pressure of a ticking time bomb

Watching eternities

Trickle from an hourglass; She

A gentle reminder

That a flower could bloom from within

In its own pace and time,

Anywhere, anyhow

It's planted

Only if it wants to, only

If it's meant to be.                        

                  

- Khushi Kaul