inspired.. As i went into the main house to fetch my cuppa chai, i espied this tattered kite hanging forlornly on my newly distempered cottage wall.... it spoke to me.... A KITE LANDED.....©© johnsudhirphilipose. A kite flew in...alone and blind. Gusted on the wings of the wind, For its own were all but gone, Tattered and torn, Jaded, Faded in scorn? It had once lofted, dipped and twirled , Amongst white clouds that nature swirled. Looped and spun, In childish gleeful fun, In the daffodil sun, And in the gentle breeze, Whilst skimming tall trees. Innocent laughter and ever playful hearts, But suddenly darkened the blue skies, By an aerial monster with claws of quartz, The manja of the evil that flies. In panic it fled ..and it dodged and yawed. Climbed and braked.. whilst the enemy sawed. It was never meant to be a fighter, Just a giddy soul that lived lighter, Never trained to ever deal, With bullies and zealots zeal, And so though it tried, even as it cried, To escape, resist, fight back..,,,. it died. Its threaded soul fled back to owner, And that mangled body floated downer, ... and landed on my cottage wall, Snagged on threads of fateful call. The body is gossamer frail and ripped But the bones still strong and ribbed. Do i burn or bury or it do i resurrect? I have been given that power to construct. By My Maker in HisHer Infinite Way, Now i have a choice.. what i can, i may? johnsudhirphilipose Bangalore 01 Dec 2014.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Dec 2014 06:51:55 +0000
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