Our Academy

 Aakash Vaani - Poems by Aakash Narasipure 




If there is paradise on this earth,
Here it is, here it is.
Resides in my heart, my soul, my life
Here it is, here it is.
The door of the hall questioned the floor,
Why do you look as if you are shook?
Does stamping of legs bring you pain?
Why do you let them hurt again and again?
The stronger stamps earn them claps.
I let them hit, so they don't ever quit.
Ashamed by the stronger sound in the hall,
Roadway vehicles go silent, Once and for all.
The floor in return questioned the wall?
Why don't you feel encroached at all?
Are the weights of the portraits heavier on you?
Why don't you complain, I have no clue?
The Frames of deities bless every student.
The posters of shows are a sign of achievement.
The pictures of founders tell its tradition.
The poses of students narrate their dedication.
If there is paradise on this earth,
Here it is, here it is.
Resides in my heart, my soul, my life
Here it is, here it is.
To All the dancers, it's a place of Isonomy
To the math of dance, it's a space of Ptolemy
To the essence of art its state of Alchemy
It stands in pride, our beautiful Academy

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