Ever changing, effervescent and vibrant….
Vague wandering fantasies
In a child’s fertile mind
Seen through innocent eyes
Devoid of practicality, unaware of scepticism
Born in a land that knows not the pinpricks of failure
Rising up in a bubble that hasn’t as yet burst
By the prodding criticism, voices tethering you down like gravity
The one thing that is seen by human eyes world over
Filling the days and nights
Of the denizens of both palaces and slums
Cutting through segregating barriers
Gliding across oceans of miseries
Reaching out with yearning hands
For a personal niche, a handful of joy
A shoulder it is to cry upon
Or think about and conceal
A smile that surpasses the brilliance
Of a thousand splendid suns
A Suction it is to raise us from
The depths of the ocean of tears
And make us like a lotus emerge
Stubborn, determined to bloom
To waft out love filled fragrance
Amidst our surroundings of murky grime!
Nanditha Vinod Souringal
10 December 2015
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