Survivor

The human instinct to see a scary future is undoubtedly terrifying, especially when facing their nemesis. But what they do when feeling this terror is their defining moment.

“Survivor” by Santhosh Annabattula narrates the thoughts of a survivor willing to fight to the end at the cost of existence. The poem ostensibly depicts that even if the mortal form is unbroken, the survivor’s spirit isn’t.

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Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada

Are you a shadow?

Creeping behind my back

Are you the wisp of the wind?

Trying to sneak past my breath

Are you a sense of foreboding?

Trickling down my spine

Are you my nemesis?

Questioning my very existence

Are you my reckoning?

In this moment of truth

Are you the face of death?

An eventuality and a finality

Too small to behold; Too vast to understand

The drums are rolling,

The sky is lit in crimson

The lines have been drawn

In the battle of our generation

Fight I will, with all my strength

With my restraint and resilience

I do not see what lies ahead

In this clash for survival

But I do see what I am fighting

The darkness of my doubt and fear

I gather all my resolve

And look at the face

Of my mortal enemy

And vow not to give in

My body may be broken

But my spirit will not.

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Credits

This contribution is photographed by Pankaj Tottada.

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Product

This poem is available in paperback & ebook.

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