FOUND IN TRANSITION@MGC2020

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FOUND IN TRANSITION@MGC2020

I sit here in this glass cube
a quiet evening that is yet to dawn.
The tranquil air suspended the moment
like a frozen frame of a movie clip.

I looked deep into my thoughts
to ponder how I ended up here,
where spaces that flexed authoritatively
And windows that had their own lenses.
 
Giggles here and giggles there
With shy eyes staring at me.
For once I thought if I ended up
in Alice’s wonderland!
 
The splashes of colours
And the clicks behind the lenses,
With endless engravings
That paved the paths on surfaces so fragile.
 
Oh! What a bliss it was
to share my ideas with the souls
so young and innocent
that left a mark so deep and pristine.
 
With the spirit of a comrade
I navigated through the Maze
Reaching a common goal
That united our common aspirations.
 
I played a role that I was given
I played it to the fullest of my honesty
I am sure I left a few marks 
I hope they stay where they belong.
 
With love
Sudhir Duppati
Dec2020

http://duppatipoems.blogspot.com/

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