The phoenix was never a being. But always that brawn in her genes.
The forest fire in her bones. The boiling lava in her soul. The upsurging power of her mind. The revolution that beat time. The deluge that destroyed the walls. The frost bite following the fall. Her insurmountable eyes. Herself, the Durga in disguise.
My Grandma didn't rise from her pyre, But her vigour couldn't be retired Inhibited by her grand-daughter, This phoenix will live forever!
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I broke my rules for you. And now I realise either of the two- Maybe I shouldn't have broken them at all, as Mother had said. Or you weren't the one I should have broken them for, as Father had said. Which realisation is true I don't know. Though I wish to know.
But more I yearn to know- Maybe wrong could realisations go...