Morphosis


The nestling sings of vigour and valence and hope

Her dreams are a myriad-hued kaleidoscope

Dyed in the iridescent glory of zest

Spirit limpid, no passion under arrest.


Then one day, she was told to leave the nest...


Enshroud her prismatic hue

The clock had put her under curfew

She had to race to the distant blue,

Adopt the new, bid the old adieu.


The nestling took a deep breath, flapped her wings

Left the nest, newer things started sparkling

And slowly, noticed by none, she did her free spirit wring…



Writer: Shashmita Sanyal

Editor: Prachi Saini



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