We all carry some damages inside,
Sometimes our spirit paralysed,
Sometimes our soul crushed
Sometimes our wings clipped
But it is not the damages that make us.
It is how like dust we rise,
How we find new wings,
How we strengthen the spirit
the way we deepen our soul.
That takes us through
the often tumultous
mostly wonderful
journey called

Monday requires an extra dose of inspiration. This poem is my favourite, my respite for extra-inspiration days and something which never fails to uplift my spirit. Hope you enjoy this rendition and feel inspired 🙂



So rise my friends, rise. Don’t be afraid, rise!!