Deepthi 2022

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FROM THE
EYES ABOVE
The sky has been my rocking cradle
The winds have always paved my way.
Far above the soil so red,
Is the path for me to tread.
Sunny or cloudly the sky does be,
gliding through it I make my day.
Born was I from a fragile shell.
That bore me as a protective shield.
When time arrived, I pecked my way
Into this land where I might be a prey.
Lingering on my feet,
I set out to face this mighty field.
Fear did rise when I spread my wings
The fear of falling,
the fear of choking and the fear to die.
Casting out the fears, I rose
To the threatening heights,
where the East wind blows.
Fear does not arise now for my strong
feathers never ceases to fly.
As I set my wings to fly, I knew
That we are not the mightiest here.
The mightiest is the two-legged creature.
Which unlike me is ever thinking of its future.
It treads on plains and strolls on the ground,
it’s feet to the soil adhere.
It goes on paths with a never-ending search.
The way it moves and its changing groves
prove to be quite uncanny.
It gathers as a herd in the long-towered building.
Where the voices cluster in chanting and singing.
Sweet chimes of bells and fragrance of incense
seems to be desired by many.
Vibin Varghese
First Year
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