Thy grace be

 In the burning cauldrons,  through the humming saws,  across the poles -  wrapped in cotton and set aflame,  and in the swift strike of tyr...

Sunday, January 5, 2020

Becoming

I feel like inviting strength and beauty in my life... To be able to look at life and say that I am celebrating it to the fullest..
With these thoughts, I write a tanka with prompt words ashes and cocoon...


From ashes, we rise,
the spark of life, inside us.
Metamorphosis.
Beauty in pain and struggle,
from cocoons to butterflies.




Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗 

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