And, I rose from the ashes…

The desolate landscape sighed.

Its desultory angst wrapped in

Shards of impotent hope;

Still bemoaning

The loss of its verdant yesterday

It nudged me,

Cajoled me, into wakefulness.

And I…

I rose from the ashes,

From the glowing embers

Of a burnt past annihilated

By apathy.

Yes, I…

I rose from the ashes

And threw off the somnolent

Duvet of suppressed hope.

I stretched my palsied limbs,

Shrugging off the dusty cobwebs

Of inaction,

I gasped in a ragged sooty breath.

But I…

I rose from the ashes,

For my slumber, I ended.

Even though chafed and

Left to languish,

I still rose.


Author’s note – This poem is a salute to the indomitable spirit of the human race. Like earth, we too embody the capacity to rise from our ashes, even if it is us who reduced everything to ashes.

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Written by Sonal Singh

Sonal believes that life is a repertoire of anecdotes strung together in a colourful array, like a beaded necklace. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, make life a melange of tales and conversational tidbits. And, that is what she attempts to capture through her writing.
She is passionate about writing and is a contributor to several online literary forums and platforms. Her poems and stories have been published in several anthologies.
Sonal is the recipient of Asian Literary Society’s Gitesh Biva memorial award for 2019 and the Prasanna Jena memorial award for 2019, for literary excellence. She is also the recipient of the Orange Flower Award for Parent Blogging for 2020 and emerged as a finalist for the Orange Flower Award for her writing in the arena of LGBTQ+ awareness, also in 2020. In Feb. 2020 she was awarded a certificate of literary excellence by the Asian Literary Society.

When not writing, she manages her HR consultancy business out of Mumbai.

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