Kite Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

I flew high,
along with the wind into the sky
…ever exultant like the child
who held the thread for my life
and stepped mindfully on the ground

with the spark of unbridled ambition
like poor Macbeth restless I grew
since the time had come to prove
my attitude and my aim
which I nurtured since birth

so I soared high
to touch the sky
so soon I flew
against the blow of the wind,
which in a moment blurred my mind

and ripped off the vein of trust
that he spread for me
and for my whole existence
to be dropped down to flutter
on the old banyan top

being choked
and checked of the flow of blood
after that great thud
now I live an ignoble life.

©Prafulla Panda, India
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