Lowlands

“Like those birds, high in the sky,

We rove all the day, every edge of the space,

We look like we are above all,

We see that everything below is tiny.

Lest the mind come to know,

The verity behind everything below,

We don’t fly more high and high,

Else, we come to reach the tangible

Little we know, the hands that feed us,

We just glide all our life,

Searching for something afar.

This is how it works, the inkling of looking for gods

How can we overlook, these little hands.”

-Aroon Che