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The kite conundrum

The kite gets  high, stays aloft-

quite some time displaying

enviable dexterity, for fun

do spectacular  somersaults as much times

as it could, climbs up in air with a loud swoosh

then look! how the wind gets *****

with her, if she has something

of  a skirt, it goes up, up to an

indecent height, she doesn't have

that balance a player at such

heights should have kept always.

Its absurd, all these acrobatics silly kite

displays before the world at high altitudes

with a unholy interest

to show herself more accomplished

than what she really is, could you

pardon that frivolity, because she

has many more colors than clouds.

 

He admits abashedly that he too was

once in love with her frivolous attractiveness,

but he never could understand a kite;

in spite of the lightness, that makes

it easier to travel heights, has kite a significance?

After all what is a kite? her merit?

a strange arrangement that defies

common sense, all it can do is aimless flying.

 

Isn't it a charge serious enough?

even a dry leaf, or a falling feather

can do these acrobatics for a while.

What is the meaning of a kite,

kindly someone notify , if it has any,

meaningless flying is not for anything

of substance, what kind of play

is it,   if it is perceived as one, by any one

why the folly of someone take us

for a ride all these years, without

a second thought, he wonders

who might have promoted it,  had some

ulterior motive, some point to prove;

wind, mightiest of forces is made to look weak

in everyday life .

He would suspect, in the bargain many

generations too spent their time

in this vein pursuit without any thought.

Any kite display a greed to go up and

stay there, till the time it is possible to float

don't want to be back, when wind is on her side

unless force is applied, what does it signify?

 

Kite has a hunger to touch wonder with its fingers

he knows, and he can't but appreciate it

and when the occasion arises she fly up to the cloud,

play with him as if he is her secret lover, that hurts

could such a liaisons are to be  be tolerated

she knows how a cloud tastes at different times

Yes, sky certainly intoxicates her,

she want to move closer, doesn't it spell danger?

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k-balachandran
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Dec 23, 2013
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