Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 18 April 2026
You call it right,
I may call it wrong.
The same shade appears black to you, and, to me unquestionably white.
From my vision
a mark is a record of memory
From yours
It may stand as a badge,
a glimmering token of success.
But tell me
how does it matter?
The child with fifty percent is no less a child of wonder.
And success does not rest on a perfect score.
Stop measuring mind
with narrow scales of marks.
Life begins elsewhere-
in questions,
in failures,
in the courage to face challenges.
Marks may matter to many,
I do not deny
but what matters to me
is my child’s face,
shining
ever radiant
ever alive with light.
No matter how we
try to control,
life unfolds in ways unseen-
perhaps,
as part of a greater design.
Learn to accept
what is planned for us
for in that acceptance
life becomes
a quiet awakening.
