Yet I Will Try To Live
— by Preenika Malarkodi
Wings are wet,
Yet I will try to fly.
Says the butterfly in rain,
With the hope of sunrise.
The waves are high,
The water is swelling,
Yet I will try to sail.
Says the sailor,
With the hope of calm sea.
Petals are withered,
Yet, I will try to put up.
Says the cobralily,
With the hope of buds.
Forest fire spreads havoc,
Yet, I will survive.
Says the cuckoo,
With the hope of Raga Megha.
The isolated days are more,
Yet, I will try to live.
With the hope of,
All the dreams I had,
With my sweet heart……..
Preenika is a research scholar. She has completed her post graduation from the Institute of English University of Kerala. She is interested in poetry, literary theory especially trauma and memory studies. She recited this poem in the HydRAW event “Soul of Poetry & Poetry of Soul” on the 14th of Feb. 2021
