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Toolika Rani |
Everything
begins in the soil
most
of the times buried in the deep caverns of the earth-
Invisible.
And
even when it sprouts tiny leaves-
a sign
of life,
boundaries
arise-
“Spread
your arms not too far”.
But rise
will it which is meant to rise.
There
is always a way to realise
what's
hidden within-
the
surging, irrepressible flow of life.
Leaf
by leaf, and twig by twig
its
tiny head grows surprisingly big,
big
enough to peep beyond the dead, wooden railings
surrounding
it on all the sides.
What a
way to deride
that
seeks to bind
The
expandible!
And
one fine day it looks into the sky.
From
its high perch now
the
cages that were built
now
seem futile;
futile
as their strength was the strength of the dead
fated
to be denied the illegitimate, immoral power
to
restrict the growth of the fertile.
The
fertile mind that innovates!
That
survives!
Even
in the wintery times
the
branches bare and skeletine
hold a
promise to revive
the spirit
of spring
the
will to bring
a
lofty profile
on the
lonely sky.
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