By: Vidhya Vinod Kumar,
- MILIYA HARISH
The wind caresses my fragile skin
Making it
feel all pale and weak
And the sun
glowers overhead
With its
mighty light, enriching us
With love,
lust and life.
The plants
sway
To the song
sung by the wind
And the
birds are chirping
As if
To get a
chance
As a singer
or at least a rookie
To the
forest’s music.
The still
water stays calm.
As if to
show the world
That it is
the natural mirror,
A mirror of
thoughts and emotions.
Sudden ripples
form on the glass water
And the land
above quirks and squeaks
But almost
at once it quiets down
And not a
sound can be heard
Other than
my beating heart.
There goes a
bird,
Flying like it’s
the best.
And there
goes a squirrel
Scurrying back
home for dinner.
And as I
watch this stage show
Arranged by
none and performed by all.
I believe
that the world will never change
And that
this stage show will go on forever
