I Owe It To Her

Nature is the most powerful guide

Certain things...certain things that

Count in this life, have been written. 

Deep down, few were torn apart

From the entanglement, now long forgotten.

Hazy in their own hues,

Dark in their own blues,

Where they were born, where they grew,

Absolutely nothing left in those clues.

Marked with their bare existence,

I stood, cold and persistent. 

It was as if nature had embraced me 

With her warmth, yet, I was resistant 

To every single thing that gave me hope.

She held me strong to her bosom,

I could stop nothing but the fear of vulnerability

Which I could overcome. 

I trembled, but was not weak. How could I be!

It's me who needs to face the extreme,

Blooming with an essence of gratitude,

And my well nurtured solitude's gleam.

-Swagata Lakshmi Das.