Molting

I came here
to see the glow
that poets have failed to describe ,

I came here
to hear my name
called out by time

I came here to molt ,
to cast away the decaying skin
in exchange for a fresh one

I came here
in search of life
sprouting from dying embers

It has been an hour
and a half
of life flowing endlessly

It is a promise
of life flow
forever .

akash