The winds tug at my heart,
Shriek around my shivering leaves.
I am fated to stand,
Unmoving, calm,
While storms claw away
At my silence.
Raindrops carve paths down my broken skin,
Ants scurry under my ancient roots,
Birds scatter ,
splintering the morning calm.
The stars cross their endless skies.
I remain,
transfixed in my captive earth,
Arms stretched out
To a sky I will never touch
Dreaming of a different dawn,
A new unfettered destiny.
Soumita Bhattacharya lives in India, where she balances family life with a love for poetry and teaching literature . Her writing explores themes of identity , longing, and inner silence. She is rediscovering creativity and redefining herself through writing again.