Challenge
I had a longing to be up, up in the sky,
Like you with head so high.
Espoused in your cozy arms
Watching the desultory human race
Thou the giver of life
Can't you give some advise?
From the turbulent ocean to your alter.
So boldly it has arrived
In this biased chaos
Your talks I can hear not.
But you were my only hope
And my chances of hearing you were remote.
My ears alert like Tomboy,
Penetrated through the mist,
To have your glimpse.
So busy you were with the clique
Unnoticed I went in.
The entire white enveloped your might
Which you greeted with a broad smile.
And now I could make a point
Not I, But you were also escaping
But the difference I could see
In the big jolt you gave
Sent a cold wave through the atmosphere
Uniting the particles from strength to strength
Mixed with the advice to be felt
Realities are to be faced
With a cool headed grace
And then make claims for the position you have attained.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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