Prisha Shashi Lekhak
The faintest of shines
Seeping through
Bars and bars
Of nonchalant guards.
I’d put down,
To find the empyrean
Bathed in its golden glory—
Such only alchemy could ever churn up.
Nebulous canopy of clouds
Promised me,
In a whisper:
That they’ll soak up the smoke
And carry it, instead,
To the lands of piercing hills
Whose reign,
Even acid rain
Cannot dispel.
The azure rises today,
Cutting through
The shrouding past,
For the road goes on
And on,
Past the silhouettes of everyday.
And I’ll face it all head-on.
