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Hatching Hope

By Sonakshi Sanyal


In a nest of love and warmth, I lieA silver orb under the solid sky

My siblings freckled chirp and cheep

While snug beneath my shell I still sleep.

 

They bristle and trot in a world so wide

I’m under a dome, curled up, I hide.

Shall I be seen, a bird so tiny?

A late bloomer, in an egg so shiny.

 

Would my chirp be clear and high?

Or be shadowed under other's cry

A shiver runs through my calcium wall,

A slightly worried downy fluff ball

 

Suddenly, a stampede, my peers scream​​​

Bouncing my egg, the unruly team​​​

I knew, they knew, she had come.​​​​

Warm and cozy, my worries were gone.​​​​

 

She would love and tend to us all

Even clumsy, awkward, frightened, and small

Around my cradle her warmth alive

A spark of hope, a pulse of life.

 

First-ever, my heart pumped into my veins,

I twisted, as gushing blood rained

My shriveled wings felt tangible flight

As I felt strength, a claw of might.

 

I knew that under her, my time had come

To breathe wind, see what I've become

The world would be big, the world would be strong

But always under her, my heart would throng.

I stared at her and then at the sky. 

How brave of her to try to fly, 

A tiny speck against the blue, 

A dream come true, defying the new.

 

She soared above, a symbol of hope, 

A testament to a spirit that won't cope. 

With fear or doubt, she'd rise and soar, 

A tiny bird, forevermore.

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