Being Human

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Tue Mar 31 2026

Flap harder, my wings!
Take me away;
Afar from the hustle of daily life,
Away from the tussle of mortal minds;
Mighty gusts, do sway;
Every cloud, so gaily sings!
Grow stronger, my heart!
Blockade the love-
Don’t rely on the trust of honest smiles,
Race away from the rust of touching cries;
Desist this prowl!
Love is but a dying art!
Fight stronger, my mind!
Let the questions begin!
Is every kiss not a painful serial crime?
Is every miss not a dire waste of time?
Rationality, please do win;
Win-but pray, do be kind!
Live longer, my youth!
Let nothing get aged!
Stay true at the end of the novel of lies,
Stay young at the end of the fable of lives.
Even in sickness, stay engaged;
Youth is ‘being human’s’ oldest truth.