55. ||RISE||

Someday

I will rise.

Rise like the beautiful sun

On a Sunday dawn

That so many nature enthusiasts

Yearn to gaze at

I'll diffuse my effulgent and inviting rays

To all the humanity around.

I will rise

From this grief

Like a caterpillar tires its limbs

From constructing

A safe and warm cocoon for itself

Only to blossom and spread my vivid wings

And fly away.

I will rise.

Optimism does wonders, after all.

I will rise,

Be your eternal heartthrob again

Dress the way I did

Dance the way I did

Sing the way I did

Love you the way I still do.

I will

Make your jaw drop again

Like I did

Every

Single

Day,

Krishna.

But tonight

I just don't care

About my dishevelled hair

And lovelorn face.

I will rise someday, Krishna

But today

Just today

I need your arms.

Even Goddesses need homes.