Ode To A Phoenix
Nestled in the heart of a blossoming tree
she had just begun to weave
dreams of a joyous tomorrow.
But Fate and Death conspired
and hatched a cruel plot,
to nip her hopes in the bud.
And then fell a bolt from the blue
hitting her nest unawares
bringing it down to the earth
shattered and burnt to the core
Too deeply hurt by the blow
to sense her wounded self,
she lay petrified, stunned
in the wrecks of her rosy dreams.
But long before the deadening woe
could mar her lively spirit
she decided to wring her eyes dry
and rise up to face whatever was due.
With slow but sure strife
she flew through mist and snow
carving her route to resurrection.
And lo! She has made it!
Reaching the land of bright sunshine
She is perched on the high olive tree
revived in spirit and zest again.
Yes! There she is!
A hope reborn, a dream realized!
Rising again from dust and ashes.
to face the joys and woes of life
Spreading her newly grown wings
she is ready to map the skies.
And as she soars high up and higher
I rub my eyes in wonder -
And ask myself -
Does Phoenix belong to legends alone?
Dedicated to a young lady who joined Indian Army when her husband laid down his life guarding the national border in Siachen glacier. .She decided to follow his noble career and underwent the tough military training to resume the service of the nation just where he had left it ....
This Braveheart is my Phoenix and this poem, my salute to her indomitable spirit!