Life?
Life manifests in things,
That often go unnoticed.
Her humped back,
Akin to a camel,
Roams the desert,
In search of salvation.
The only real thing,
Is the phoenix of hope,
Which rises from the ashes,
Again and again and again.
poem by Anushna Satapathy
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