She was disappearing into ashes, The ashes never settled; they flowed. Somewhere much far but close, Transcending time and Cassandra’s prose.
She roams in the shadows of happiness, she spreads. In the shadows of love, she gives. Far from humanity’s deceptive guise, Her tranquil soul flies.
Her memories linger in presence, Her fragile life’s reminiscence, Her soul ever flowing, ever changing, Playing the symphony that leaves the echoes of love, light, and hope.
About the author
Priyangshu is a mental health speaker and a keen enthusiast of classical literature who speaks for the deprived. He expresses his thoughts and expressions through his poems, quotes, art, etc. His writings explore the human sentiments of love, hate, hope, and loss.