Phoenix Poem by Kakoli Choudhury

Resurrecting from the broken bits,
She bleeds her stars in ink.
Each leaf harbours a lone life.
If one in the navel
The other just sinked.
If one under the death-end-shroud,
Other dressed like a bride.
The colour drops rhythmically
Upon the widowed canvas.
The pen is kindled once again,
To voice her sermons,
To beget the waves in history.
For she is a phoenix,
Born out of the broken bits,
She bleeds her destiny in ink...!