by Pooja Nair
His eyes are lowered, his shoulders droop
His heart is heavy, his breath is too
Like a fish in your palm his heart struggles
but you know not where his sea is
Like a bird in your fold his wings hesitate
but you know not where his sky is.
Show him that even the sun must rise
Show him that even the moon must play the clouds
help him win without yet see within
Can you mould him yet not make him
help him find a form his own
Can you shore his feet to the ground
yet coax his eye to the sky..