I am from the canvas filled with vibrant hues,
From the saga those shades imbue,
And the earthy odor of books on the shelves,
In which the lessons of life dwells.
I am from the fertile black soil and the abundant harvest,
From my mother's kitchen filled with local taste.
I am from the fragrant mango orchards, the game of hide and seek,
And the stories that were told,
From the sweet and sour memories, they hold.
I am from a family of landlords and lawyers,
From the virtue of honesty, the generations honour.
I am from the white mansion with the Taj like arcs,
On the tiled roof of which squirrels dart.
From the blessings of grandfather whose love knew no bounds,
The guidance of parents,
And the sibling's affection that surrounds.
I am from not a religion but 'a way of life'
Where benevolence, duty and karma are one's belief,
From the value of 'the world is one family' (Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam)
And the hymns of renunciant's glory.
From the tribal art splashed on the walls,
My Alma mater stands tall.
I am from a bird's reluctant first flight,
And its enthusiastic soaring up with might.
(Professional poet and teacher George Ella Lyon wrote the first "Where I'm From" poem. Through such poem, poet tries to paint a picture of who she/he is.)
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Jar of Poesy
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
