Walking along the coast of Mahanadi,
Swamped in the puddle of her own thoughts,
Marooned in the island of serenity,
She took steps further unescorted, unattended, unaided.
Looking up the sky was a Grey hornbill tearing apart the air:
She wanted to fly but never kept hopes up high,
Grounded but true to reality,
She had her own rules to defy.
Keeping her eyes fixated on a tree,
Lush green with branched embroidered with fruits,
Succulent, scrumptious teasing her from a height,
Next dawn again on the same spot,
Taunted by the same situation,
She extended her arm in dismay,
Closed her eye in belief ,
Flying in her palm fell a petal:
Just to see the truth unfold in front of her eye.