The writer’s twinge bawls yet again
To pen the unwritten, the unsaid
The surging spirits are yet again
Drunk in the gusto to do the undone, explore the uncharted
The crystal laughter yet again whispers into my ears
Of possibilities, of many yes’s, of countless flowers, of myriad suns
My pakhi (bird) within smiles yet again today assuring
I am worth it, I am good, I can do
Like the fretted ship now holds a string of vista
To come ashore, to be sheltered
Like the forgotten child in a bazaar crowd is now noticed
Will be back homed to its mother
Like the dismissed white sheet that shows up yet again
Breaking to engrave the unbounded
Am feeling the girlish zeal yet again
Am feeling the indubitable confidence yet again
Am feeling like Jhinuk yet again
