Are we at the starting line or finish?
We still don’t know yet.
Where we stand, the stars witness.
The noise reminds us of our standings.
Unbreakable is courage.
Break free is the thought.
To run or to face it.

Where do I go from here?
Leaf and stems don’t make a bloom.
The dormancy in me
Doesn’t realise in me lies a floret.
In the grassroots which bind me to the earth deep in my soul
Here I lie but where do I go?