Amrita Chowdhury
He wears a locket around his neck
Hidden beneath his clothes
Yet to those who enquire politely
He will shyly explain
Passed down by the elders
It’s a talisman of his tribe
He can’t afford to lose it
It’s a symbol of their pride
…
Oh those blazing eyes!
A talisman of his strength
Of a spirit fuelled by hardships
Seemingly unsurmountable
Or that stellar mind
That holds his class awestruck
Weaving magic with numbers
His theories and logic, a passionate construct
…
All are spellbound by his aura
The way he holds his head high
With the degree in his hands, precious
The first of his tribe
The locket that he carries
Will have his name inscribed
Today he is truly
A talisman of his tribe.
….
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Loved the different ways in which you have used the word ‘Talisman’. A beautiful tribute to the unyielding spirit that vanquishes all adversities to achieve the chosen goal.
Thank you Moonmoondi for your appreciation 🙂
A great poem. “Talisman of his tribe”- very nice
Thank you Gowri 🙂
Hey that was really nice… talisman💚💚💚
Loved it!
Thank you so much:)
Thanks Kirti:)
A human Talisman
Yes ma’am 🙂
This is such a lovely one. Talisman of his tribe, indeed. He worked hard, changed his destiny, while retaining his authentic native spirit. A beauty this is, Amrita😍
Thanks so much Natasha :), glad you liked it
Such a beautiful tribute! 💚💚
Thanks Pooja
Another inspiring piece from you! very well written
Thank you for your kind words Shirstee