By Mohit Saini \We are the species that names the stars,then counts their worth in coin and scars.We build our homes with borrowed stone,and call the dust beneath us "own."The same hand carving sacred artwill sign the orders, tear apart.The voice that rocks a child to sleepwill chant for war when passions leap.Yet in the … Continue reading The Gravity of Human Hands
The Mountain’s Promise
By Mohit Saini They told you to be small—to erode politely,to apologize for your weather,to let the clouds decide your silhouette.But rock remembers its volcanic tongue.Peel back your skin of topsoil:beneath lies a spine that refused the glacier,a throat that still hums with magma.Height is not arrogance.It’s the act of remainingwhile the wind tries to … Continue reading The Mountain’s Promise
Academy of the Heart And Mind 