Just like a kite
The human beings . . . . .
To bewitch the world. . .
Crossing the thick forest and
High mountains.
Chitchat with the birds,
Touches the glosses of
The rain bow…..
Saltating with the wind
To its harmony
In this spacious sky
You are laughing…
That nobody can reach to you
I know…. I know…….
But, dear kite……
Can you understand?
Can you feel?
Can you think?
Your dance in a small thread
that are you dancing?
Somebody is make you to dance
You are dancing for somebody
If so …………
Oh! Kite
Who are you?
-- by Sangeetha ---
The human beings . . . . .
To bewitch the world. . .
Crossing the thick forest and
High mountains.
Chitchat with the birds,
Touches the glosses of
The rain bow…..
Saltating with the wind
To its harmony
In this spacious sky
You are laughing…
That nobody can reach to you
I know…. I know…….
But, dear kite……
Can you understand?
Can you feel?
Can you think?
Your dance in a small thread
that are you dancing?
Somebody is make you to dance
You are dancing for somebody
If so …………
Oh! Kite
Who are you?
-- by Sangeetha ---
3 comments:
Beautiful.
This is a beautiful poem, and perfect for March, which is a very windy month here in Tennessee. March is very good for kite-flying.
The idea is lovely.
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