‘Tis the call from afar.

Swathed in white fluffs of cloud,

verdant valleys lure us.

Songbirds begin their morn

in a dulcet chorus.


‘Tis the call from afar.

Moss-grown walls brim with tales

of an era bygone.

Spellbound, transfixed, we stand,

from the clamour withdrawn.


‘Tis the call from afar.

We plunge into the pool

of infinite knowledge,

where the new way of life

flaunts its dazzling plumage.


‘Tis the call from afar.

There’s a fork in the road,

and a path less travelled.

We tread ‘long the unknown,

with a mind unruffled.

Narayani V Manapadam