Wednesday, January 18, 2012

On a string

Yesterday,
he flew.
A grey-brown
speck in the
open sky.
Today,
as we walk
we see
that the trees
along the way
are blooming
with beautiful
kite flowers.
Red-orange,
purple-yellow,
green-blue.
We pluck them
one by one.
And there
among them
we spot a flower
grey-brown.
We pick him too
and try to
hold together
his sliced wings.
.



2 comments:

Ameya said...

Liked it..a very different approach to an issue, as sensitive and as petty for many at the same time...

Nivedita Agashe said...

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?