Yesterday he flew high
up in the clouds.
A bright green-blue,
red-yellow speck.
Today, the trees
along the way to school
were blooming with
kite flowers.
Green-blue. Red-yellow.
They were plucking
them one by one.
And they were harvesting
dead birds too.
With sliced wings.
Links: Makar Sankranti, Birds, Manja
up in the clouds.
A bright green-blue,
red-yellow speck.
Today, the trees
along the way to school
were blooming with
kite flowers.
Green-blue. Red-yellow.
They were plucking
them one by one.
And they were harvesting
dead birds too.
With sliced wings.
Links: Makar Sankranti, Birds, Manja
2 comments:
Liked it..a very different approach to an issue, as sensitive and as petty for many at the same time...
Ameya: It's sad that something as beautiful as a soaring kite in a bright blue sky can be so deadly as well... But then you can't compare a square of coloured paper to a pair of wings... The least people can do is take a few precautions... What's the point of a celebration that causes so much pain?
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