It’s dawn; and a desire is born.

Yesterday’s dead. It’s dawn and a desire is born.

Her pearl black eyes peek through the window to look at the sun shining after a year;

She’s up; from the deep sleep.

She’s ready; to shrug off the depression and breathe.

She’s ready to realize this new born desire of hers.

She’s ready to write; write all her pains down.

Because yesterday’s dead; it’s dawn and a desire is born.

– Gursimran Kaur