The only blaze that shone,

Was taken at the eleventh hour of need,

Exasperated, she continued;

Seeking something that was hard to come by,

The unknown walkways clearing out as she passed,

She realized the shackles she thought were just her feet.

She couldn’t see the shining light,

But she knew exactly where to see…

Journey became her target,

Which she was determined to sempiternally consecrate.

Smriti Saran

Semester VIII, VLS