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