Will I Flow Again...'I Sense My Thirst'...Excerpt Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

The line of worries seized my soul.
Will the flowers grow,
Will the river run wild again,
in the deepest of my deeps?
Will I find the gold,
as autumn takes its turn,
for nothing of my soul can feel
even the slightest emotion?
Will I flutter in joy again,
as the leaves do when this earth turns to spring?
For all else seemed so blur, and nothing but a blur,
Until the fires finally burnt within.
In a stupor, thus I remained.
Then I carried those last memories,
took myself to the solitary woods,
and sang my lingering melancholy.
In an utter joy, my body trembled,
for I felt my emotions high.
What seemed so lifeless for all those years,
then came to life, as my lips sang.