Flying Kites

Flapping and gliding

In broken rings

High above

Few doves,

What a feast

For dreamy eyes

Blinking before dozing off

Bedimmed by warm glaze

Under the

Clear wide stretch

Of sunlit blue canopy

Flittering birds

Like my poetic whispers


Go fly high

For matching frequencies

These are my paper kites

Bearing your name

Not tied to any string

My flying steeds

That defy obstruction

Steering wildly

To everywhere

And sometimes to nowhere

Fixated to free spirit within

Bounded only

By Nature’s accord



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  1. Oh beautiful! I also loved the rhythm.

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