Resurrection Poem by prasanna kumari

Stunned I stood in front of life
Alone in the pathless wood—
Dragging forward...
The Sun did not filter through the thick foliage
In the forest....
Forward again..
Slipping on the stones
The boulders blocking my way
The caves swallowed me into the darkness
Stumbled on a clod of earth.....
Exhausted, blank, frozen, collapsed

A light from somewhere
First glaring-then revealing
Letters, words and two hands lifting me up...
‘Life is beautiful’-echoed in my ear
‘Listen to the music of the wind’...
The scent of flowers thro’ the nostrils
Beckoned me back to life

Memories flooded in my mind
With flowers and ribbons on plaited hair
Two little hands on scrabble forming words
Then the delight of the child jumping up and down
The joy of simple creation!
Why not me? I thought
Like the sculptor shaping beautiful things
Out of black, sticky clod of earth
A work of art
To absorb and elevate us into another world

I stare at the heap of letters
Pick them up to form words-
Words to form poetry
With some divine power
The lifeblood of my resurrection!
Mysterious! Dumbfounded!
I stare at my own creation!
(written long time back)