How it happened, or why,
We never found out.
But one morning we went out to the streets,
And the pollen grains of forgotten moments
Had mated with awaiting blossoms of some rare righteous ferocity
And the streets were lined with buds that glowed with an apprehension
As fearsome as it was beautiful.
We were amazed,
And we were scared.
We could choose to tear apart all we had known and hated,
We could choose to live in comfort and condensed regret.
We smiled.
As the liquefied restlessness of resolve trickled down our fingertips,
We walked over to the little shrubs,
And watered them.
POEM COURTESY - SRIJANEE ADHIKARI, JADAVPUR UNIVERSITY, ENGLISH HONOURS, FIRST YEAR.
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