The Phoenix in me got tired of collecting its own
ashes to become a body once again.
So I allowed my ashes to fly.
Scattered ashes got carried further and further in space.
Soon each speck of ash became a conscious entity
observant of the Time, Space and Energy all around
pulsating with the Universe in its majestic undulations.
Thus, I shall never die.

(Hyderabad)

Shakuntala Sharma

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