I have been strangled before
I have seen a sunless world
In destitution, conjuring faith without hope.
Loss of someone I loved
Holding things together while I fall.
The clouds, dark and sordid, bringing rainfall
But the drops gleam, like descending pearls.
When one tries to escape
when one tries to run
Trying to rise up when
there’s no place to stand on.
© Pranay Mishra