I will be fine, how can I no
When the sun hides behind
the brooding clouds for days,
but remembers to return.
I watch a child stumble
while trotting all by herself,
but she keeps rising.
A bird leaves its nest
for the boundless sky,
never forgetting to
glide back by sunset.
The wilted tree in winter
blooms green and coral
with the vibrance of spring.
The layers of snow melt
from the mountain,
and it starts breathing.
The soft fragrance of rain
fills my room with
the damp sweetness of the earth.
My garden brims with
multiple hues of roses
painting my heart with colours.
I will heal.
I will start believing again.
I will be fine.
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Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at [email protected].
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