the awakening

There was a solid mass
a solid mass, a lump of clay,
She could speak, she could move
but she only started feeling today.

The parched earth she lay on
dried her desires, killed her wants,
The stone was nothing but a stone
A fact she was happy to flaunt.

But today she received the much desired rain
With new-found wings she began her flight,
Like a new-born babe she opened her eyes
and marvelled at whatever was in sight.

The touch, the feel, the soft caress
The look, the moment, the warm embrace,
Her trembling lips marked her awakening
and sparkled a welcome glow on her face!