Awakened

This poem urges the reader to wake up and fight against depression for life has to go on.

Amid the milky clouds, flew them adrift

Hard to ride through, I lost them to space,

The one surrounded by water so viscous

And air so windy, the sight of it visibly ambiguous,

That nurtured a yearning to buy wings desperate

Yet dipped in honey excess, as I fell to the ground

 Through the heights, as I slept by in distress

In unnamed places of visit, the memory so recalls

Where stings brought pain seeping through

And the rain, that gave no smell, no bliss

For flowers with petals flaunt where pitchers lurk

And be it that nature seizes the feeble

But for too long has she orphaned the gentle beast

Who despite strength remains unwilling to rise

And then there was a thud like when drums sing

The newborn looked around, the air soaked in sweat

The aroma of losing steps, that pulled him by his hair

But not a muscle did he let go of, to make it up

And he saw them birds fly by the clouds again

And saw himself into them and the horizon

Of all the bread crumbs that paled into dim contours

Now that speak of the drought that died,

The sleep, after all a sleep, only to be awakened after

-Sebin Mathew

 2nd Year Electrical Engineering