Awaiting For March Poem by Rimni chakravarty

Now it is January
Soon will arrive February
Then comes March
It is the time to search
Those ideas that lay dormant in the cold waves
Those were hidden in the graves
As ideas had their death
Amidst the cold and chill
But the warm breeze bring forth the lost thrill
And also the undying faith
I have for me
Now I can see
I can smile
All the while
To uplift my soul
Life is not necessarily an empty bowl
it is filled with joy and light
The energy you get to fight as a human right.