Let me fly with birds
Upto the edge of sky.
Let me drop my sorrows there,
And to land on the lap of love..
...
Emotions are a beautiful mess.
A heavy wool blanket
on a freezing night,
...
I identify myself in one word: 'human'. This word guides me as I grow, shaped by humanism, rationalism, secularism, scientific temper, equality, and open-mindedness. I love science and study history. I have politics, and it is reflected in my write-ups. My view on literature is that it is the exchange of human experiences, thoughts, and inexpressible emotions. I am not writing to change the world but simply to convey my thoughts. I carry my village's name, but it's just a name, not my identity. I feel at home everywhere, believing every place in this world is mine too.)
Flight Of Freedom: A Poem Of Hope And Love
Let me fly with birds
Upto the edge of sky.
Let me drop my sorrows there,
And to land on the lap of love..
© Vyshakh Vengilode