By Tanish Gupta
I am a broken leaf
Vainly recurring an effort
To ride the winds that broke me,
The winds said as time.
Pulling against the mighty Earth
With a might that shames itself
The dirt rises through the air
The branch grows to sky
And so heads to meet the cloud,
The cloud as much ice and fluid,
As illusion
This parody of a world
Rains down with its prejudices
So brings with it trials too trivial to see
Too lifeless to survive
The path is sealed, the breeze stilled
What is below pulls,
What is above pushes
The time beside ages, the companion
Changed and unchanged
The crevices, cracks deep tell of stories
As many as vanity allows
My homely branch, lost in the past,
Yet close;
A grave in the soil closer,
Gravity too cruel for remembrance
The wind too cold for fear
Staring down the cloud confines and mocks,
For it is my sky, it is not
Through skies false
Sneaks past the brightest ray
As much of light as hope
Bringing visions of the sky,
As false as truth, as sparse as full
Lit in the moral immortal star of life
Awakens dreams of the good that is freedom
Growing in the birth and rebirth
Of infinite inspirations
Sans confine, sans rage, sans desperation
So do all calculi fail to deliver
Sinking in human ecstatic hope
One lone experiment
Overturning infinite others
These dreams asleep, these nightmares awake
Shall one day overturn.
By Tanish Gupta
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