Life


 

Struggling to hold on to life
is a sapling, stamped upon by life, by neglect,
by the relentless flow of time
over its tender fingers

It bends over in pain
It squirms in agony
pushed and buried under stones
yet at the touch of a drop of rain
it springs back to life

 forgetting the past
forgetting the nightmares
forgetting itself, its fragility
in the joy of being still alive

©Reena Prasad

 

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