Birthing Hope

In the dark world of the earth,
rainbow was her light,
the resonance of her soul,
a promising, inspiring arc that whispered of a neon world beyond,

lifting her spirits, in a lofty sight.

Their echoing laughter and colliding love lit millions of fireflies in the sky,
their hearts blended,
birthing hope,

in the bosom of the earth.

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About Chaitali Sengupta

Chaitali Sengupta is a writer and a poet by passion, a financial analyst and a language teacher by profession. She’s a translator and volunteer journalist, based in the Netherlands. “Cross Stitched words”, her debut collection of prose-poems, has been recently published by SETU publications, USA. Her two translated works (from Bengali to English) are “Quiet whispers of our heart” & “A thousand words of heart”. She has contributed largely to esteemed international anthologies and online/print literary journals, including Café dissensus, Different Truths, Borderless Journal, Muse India. Her translation of a human interest documentary for the Dutch TV channel was widely appreciated.

7 thoughts on “Birthing Hope

  1. Amita Paul

    Beautifully put . The extended metaphor of light in darkness however seems to demand that it be defined who or what the rainbow collided with to produce fireflies . Hope ? Love ? Laughter ? Yes , but the metaphor asks for a more vivid even tangible match for the rainbow .

  2. Chaitali

    Thanks for your erudite comments, Ma’am. Yes, I am trying to extend the composition a bit, there I shall add the points you mentioned. let us see how it comes out.


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