Poetic license
THE BROKEN WING
u Utkarsh
’98
From where had I
started,
See what I have
reached.
With dreams in my
eyes,
And the stars in my
sight,
I started for the
skies.
What a flight it had
been,
Among the soaring
eagles,
I had risen from the
ground
Up, up and above I did
go,
Till even the clouds
lay defeated
Until the day seemed
brighter than ever,
And the sun shone most
beautifully.
Alas! I had never
known,
That night follows the
day,
And broken was my
flight,
When darkness engulfed
the day—
No moon, no star, no
light
Only darkness and
shades of grey.
With no guiding lamp,
I became the lost
tramp,
Moving round and round
Having lost my way—
Till I started
falling,
Down, down and below,
And hit the ground
with a thud.
All my dreams lie
shattered,
I remember what I had
been,
I fear what will
become of me.
From where had I
started,
See what I have
reached.
u Gaurav Kumar ’98
Ey! Who is there
behind the mask?
Is it me? Or is it my
other face?
who would take the
task?
to unveil that mask.
I constantly look at
it
with the bewildering
eyes wide open,
the chaos in brain
persists,
but the truth still
remains chained.
I flew in the world of
manifestations
tried to memorize all
the lessons,
but could not reach at
conclusions.
Suddenly something
stopped me,
I got an emphatic
notion
and came to realise
the situation.
Mask was just a lie;
and lo!
The other face was
purely mine
but with a different
thought,
full of selfishness
which I had in the
heart
but could not utter
from the mouth .
I understood; yes I
understood,
to uncover that mask,
you will have to take
the task
to look at it;
but not through the
eyes
but through the
windows of truth.