In response to a napkin

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Mon Mar 30 2026

When souls are searched for vibrant thoughts,
Lost are ghouls that molded tears.
Grotesquely godly harmless hurt,
A boulder lives in a raging stream.

Unless,
The spotlight turns to search beyond
fogs and noise of the lost and torn;
To seek out rays that shone through clouds-
Warmly lit with basking hope.
As dawns rise free from a painful wait,
As waters fall without a push;
Break free and soar with quirky smiles;
The souls search back beyond high jails.