By Rajashree A N
Lost in the lyrical life,
I ceased to sing my song.
Aimlessly I wandered seeking,
the Orient light all along.
Dew glistened in dawn’s light,
Scattered my morning haze.
Wind woke my vapid heart,
to the melody of cyan waves.
Night lit up with fireflies,
Woke my soul to see.
And just like a new butterfly,
What was trapped is now free.