The Phoenix & The Smoke Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Tell them stories, the unheard lot
At least, thou need to save thy skin
Thou may try at your peril
For a moment few, with planted lies
Can celebrate the darkness
But certainly, can't frighten the light
Behind the docile look, A mask,
Entrenched waffles of innocence
Thou hide in the shades, so sick!
All those noxious gobbledygook's

Change, an inescapable force, whispers inevitability,
Patience, not an endless well, demands brevity.
Choices unfurl wings, seeking uncharted swaths,
No longer burdened feathers, no more futility.
Pushed to the brink, a quest for respite,
Determined to unwind, take flight.
Inhibition's many, no more staples on feet
To hug the change, beginning is all set to begin.

In the embryos of shadows, rebellion takes shape,
Butterflies emerge, with wings reborn.
To dance in the sunlight, painting the skies,
Dispersing the darkness, I've learned to soar,
On the graves of the past, like a phoenix that flies.
On the canvas of possibilities, colors aplenty.
I know, the end is near. Yet am close to the goal
The den thou left, a destined departure
A new soul emerged, healed to the core
Revealing the niche, where the old soul lies,


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