Rebirth | Nirali Bandaru

Rising in the midst of the foggy path,
a dark silhouette, wielding a promising sword,
I am but a scar, marked by my own wrath,
awaiting and envisaging my transparent tomorrow.

Lowering my head, bowing to my trailing past,
I kneel. I leave behind, the blood on my hands.
Cleansing myself of horrors at last,
I pray for a new beginning.

Absorbing every sign of light in my way,
I vow to tread this darkened course,
shining and glowing with a fiery aura, ablaze,
imprinting a signature of my existence,
on every corner of my journey.

Author : Nirali Bandaru 

Indian Literature and Poetry | Nirali Bandaru writes for Indian Review. Visit and find more authors to read from. Enjoy the literature from around the world.

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