Musing 54 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 54
High looking kite is ascending fine
Scaling each measure of airy dome,
It will wait for fair chance patiently
If the northern wind pushing it Westward,
Wheeling round the self now and then
It will aspire higher with sticky backbone
And shying not to descend modest lower
Letting not the wind adverse to maneuver
Its tiny self for scathing downfall abrupt,
Rather will float gentle in brooding manner.
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