My bones are black
Chapped with the ashes of my past
They stack up like a house of cards
The soot dribbles from their sinews
No gust of wind can whisk asunder
The faith that bids them continue
And weave the tapestry of time –
Oh weave a tapestry of time
That steals all my blunder away
Until the victory is all mine
And I am the captain of my fate

– Akanksha Gupta