Poem composed by Kamakshi Anand.

Trampled
Plucked
Forgotten,
She saw not the pain
But the beauty she could make of it
Picked up the green,
Carried it a great distance
And delivered it on an arm
Fluttered back
Found another, a bit like the sun
Carried it a great distance
To the extended arm.

Night and day
She weaved
And weaved,
Built a home that could stand a storm.
She spent days
Perfected her art,
Made a home
Of broken grass.

Days flew along with her,
The night sung in her glory,
The moon shone upon her wings
Till the sun took charge.
One day,
A piece fell,
The green faded to a brown,
Weak
Yet it did not let her fall.
She knew it would
Eventually
Or so she thought
And
Day after day
Night after night,
Perched upon a branch
She un-wove her home
Only to make a new one.

By Kamakshi Anand
Kamakshi is a grade 11 student of Modern School. She has been writing on Instagram for 2 years (@wingedwords02) and is co-author to many anthologies. She is also a content editor of her school magazine. Besides spending hours with a pen and paper, she loves to read fiction, especially contemporary romances. Music is her happy place and nature is her muse.