Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 18 November 2023
The dried, withered roses
Symbolic to my essence
Once upon a time, I was blooming like them
But now, the vicious cycle of life altered my name
Once, a beautiful damsel in fame
Now, I crave for companions to fill my vacuum
In my solitude, I cry and scream
No one is there to listen to my melancholy
I am abandoned and lonely
The petals of my glorious days have deserted my essence
In a ruined state, I yearn to create a sublime story
I desire to sublimate to Divine glory
This will be my eternal existence
Now, by leaving my past, I wish to dance in an oblivious reverie,
Maybe I will fail in this dreamy test,
Let me tread on the untrodden path to create a history
But like the eternal fragrance of roses
Everywhere I aim to scatter my undeterred muses…
