Your legs are shackled but you still yearn for a flight.
Your body has been in a battle but your spirits are high,
Your steps may falter but your heart knows to leap.
You have dreams,hopes, aspirations, and a beautiful life to keep.
Your father has saved each penny to get your legs repaired
Your mother has, in the dense kitchen dreamt of you coming alive.
They have seen you fall, they want you to rise,
They want you to be what you always surmised.
Today, I hear the sound of ghungrus coming into life,
Your feet finally escaped the slings you hugged by.
The world froze, as you mastered a step.
A step towards life, a step towards light.
A step which was as warm as a smile.
You finally won the battle which was for long forsaken.
For, your legs might have been shackled but your heart knew to leap.
"Read between the lines", I heard our professor say. We were in midst of a Victorian text. I looked at her point blank. She had spoken about something which I had no clue about. "Ma'am, would you please elaborate? ", I tried framing this sentence in my mind but my introverted self overpowered my inquisitive soul like everytime. I hopelessly waited for an explanation. Ma'am started explaining about how beyond the surface meaning of any written text, there lay a wide plethora of meaning which wasn't explicitly stated. She talked about finding a void between the written words and our imagination, that void which shapes our interpretation. That explanation opened doors to my perception of reading a text. It wasn't that I had never considered about the possibilities of meanings that lay coated in words until then, but, what perhaps I lacked was to look for that void where I questioned the layers of meaning, where I put myself in those layers of wo...
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