The Fire of Eternal Freedom:
Tied to the logs of driftwood ,
I floated downstream along the current that buzzed across these foaming waters.
The moss curled green upon the boulders on the banks,
Footsteps of the tall chir-pines that lay beyond those gray borders.
I floated quietly to the melody of the rapids ahead;
The binding ropes, no longer a crucifixion of those holy tides, I lay still.
Purple dew sat upon my breathing nose- the greeting dusk.
Warmth spread as we sunk beneath the cold layers of water,
Into its loving arms,
The green bedrock tugging lightly at my drowning clothes as I floated above,
The light seeping in through the watery cracks,
Like gleaming pearls of the circlet, you wore on your finger.
Safe, I stayed- floating over the bends.
I could see myself- at peace beneath those tumultuous shores.
Author ~ Debolina Bhattacharyya Editor ~ Anubhi Srivastava