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Become the Flame: A Fierce Ode to Self-Awakening

Do you think I rise because the sky asks?
No—I burn because I choose to.
Watch how I gild the broken fences,
How I enter every window uninvited,
How do I turn the puddle into a mirror
before it remembers it’s supposed to evaporate.
They call me constant, but I’m always changing:
a slow explosion, a practised rebellion,
lighting the world like a match struck
against the rough edge of the horizon.
You, too, could be this relentless.
You, too, could rise, not when they expect it,
But when you decide the night has lasted
long enough.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Mohit Saini
Mr. Mohit Saini is an Assistant Professor at Compucom Institute of Technology and Management, Jaipur. With 8 years of experience in the field of language and linguistics, he has contributed significantly to research and education in these areas. His academic qualifications include a Bachelor of Education, a Postgraduate degree in Business Administration, and a Master’s in English from the University of Rajasthan. His areas of expertise encompass literature, second language acquisition, psycholinguistics, English grammar, multilingual education, and the implementation of language policies in higher education. He is also the author of five published poems, showcasing his creative engagement with language alongside his academic pursuits. He resides in the culturally rich city of Jaipur.

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