Can the Earth ever touch the sky?
Can the oceans ever turn dry?

Would we see the Lord’s eye,
shed inhibitions and cry?

Like a flightless bird, who forever wants to fly.
And reach even higher than high.

Like the poor child who always seems to try.
So that a favourite toy he can buy.

Like the perilously hungry.
Who hands by the window, drooling for the pie.

Like the wounded soldier, just about to die.
Who foresees death and lets out a deep sigh.

On the cold ground listen as I lie.
And say to myself – O my! O my!

Whisper it to myself, or scream should I?
And ask you the question – Why? Why? Why?

Varun Rajagopalan.