Kite Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I slackened the string of my kite,
Flying above a Third World nation.
Atop warm sands of the Arabian Sea.
How high it climbed I couldn't see.

Twenty years since then,
I tightened the string of my kite.
It flew through a Pacific Ocean's cloud,
It's sky bourne trajectory made me proud.

Then all the kites of the world looked down.
Pondering upon what was going on.
An emergency here, a party there.
Violence here and mediation there.

So the kites fell into a trance,
Puzzling over this human dance.
People one day good, the next day bad.
A woman happy then a man sad.

The kites flew higher to achieve avoidance,
For this condition, there was no deterrence.

So the smiling, bouncing and dancing kites,
Reflecting all the ocean's light,
Climbed higher, higher and higher,
Achieving Nirvanic flight.