I was standing on the School’s second floor
Children are enjoying the break, a noisy blare
At a glance, I could see a hundred, two or three
They are all going hither and thither, so free.
Every group has a story
Every pair has a story
Every individual has a story
Every mind has a story.
All of them are engrossed, each a different take,
A talk, a fight, a laugh, a spoof, a prank, a snack;
It is like an eternal short mela all over
In a few minutes the bell rings, yet who’ll bother?
I can only see, think and speculate,
I can only feel, guess and ruminate,
None do I know, nor their tomorrow, now or then
I can hear, understand or change … none!
Just a few are so tough for me
Then how about You, who can see,
Who can hear, who can understand,
Who is omniscient, Who is grand!
Watching all of us from above or anywhere
Knowing every group, pair and mind everywhere,
Not just us, but, despite size, every living being,
Can be construed by only those with this feeling!
Looking at a few hundreds, I’m amazed,
Though a routine, I’m still so surprised,
Then, how about the enormity as You gazed
Does anything leave You, anytime, unfazed?
NOTE: This poem was published in the magazine Sanchika on 01.04.2026. Please follow the link … https://sanchika.com/the-reach-tssm-poem
TSS Murty (తిప్పాభొట్ల సత్య శ్రీనివాస మూర్తి) 