I am free from the fetters and I fly…I die.

I dump the body in the garbage of your beauty tricks,

your anti-ageing serums,

your yoga mats

and rejuvenation therapies.

I rise above my gaze,

my unglued and free gaze.

Jealous?

See me fly,

my hair tossing above clouds,

my milk whitening the world,

my glow bleaching your nights,

the queen of the crown..doesn’t rest,

doesn’t cry

but fly.

Do you see me dying?

Fool,see me flying.

Toast..

I celebrate myself

Sarab Sri Kaur was brought up in Chandigarh, educated in the UK and today runs Training Cafe, a small venture where she nurtures creative learning using original and individual techniques.