In the mid winter,

Just like the flickers of light in darkness,

Just like the icy serenade of coolness in dawn,

A part of me was forlorn.

After some years,

In the mid spring,

Just like the gentle breeze of wind in May,

Just like the first drizzle of rain,

One fine afternoon,

A part of me was melancholic.

But,

Some parts of me were under Phoenix’s spell.

Amidst nowhere,

There existed be-all and end-all,

In your presence,

I could be more human.

More courageous.

More myself.

What a time!

 

Animon Rapacha

BBM VI Semester, United College