KITE

Aspiring to reach out to the stars of my  big dreams

with unseen motifs of salvation painted on my light body,

I keep struggling  with vast space  for a feel of freedom

from affairs of world that sticks like a weather all cloudy ;

insects peck me when low,  birds mock me when I’m high,

swaying  my hood in a bid to move away from a taut string

that pulls at my skeleton  with heavy thuds to a  poor soul ,

when my tail and bowline give stamina for this divine fling ;

in face of hunger pining for a constant feed of wind into my belly

I burn my face every day in romance with a not-so-hard January Sun

And I know one day my boy-flier will release me from the tangle

And that day I can proudly say how freedom is a matter of great fun  .

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

08/01/15