A Wise Owl

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Wed Apr 22 2026

Born holding luck and christened as such;
You grew past walls ‘round city of joy.
What made you stay? An easy pick?
Or a feral love for the father passed?
You birth a billion eaglets now
In tangled teenage minds around
You give them love to shape their wings
You give them knives to tune their claws
Once wild and free, you smile and leave
A Wise Owl to its hollow; time to read.

Borne holding luck and christened as such;
You braved the world, you played the odds;
You read the world and won the odds.
When nature struck, you saw timely signs
You now go to heal those wounds.
Your army of eagles paused in flight
To fly again with the wise owl tonight
Circle now, as you heal your heart
Whispering on, as God’s son once did,
‘Taley Koum. Taley Koum.’
Little boy, get up, arise.