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