He raised the kite against the winter winds
And now someone else is holding the string
What rough weather he felt, what tough time hinds
What enjoyment he lost to, the string holder's spring
Yet this mute world only sees who is flying the kite!
But the hope of orphan remains, someday he may try!
Though the song of nightingale now sung by mocking bird
The coin that spins in the air will fall either on heads or tails.
Kite is raised against winter wind. The coin that spins in the air will fall either on heads or tails. There is probably. Mind perceives amazing mathematical note. This poem is excellently penned.10
Like a kite, we have to assert our own strength no matter how strong the wind is. A beautifully crafted and well executed creation. And as always, your trademark, clever write.
A brilliant and thought provoking poem. In life there are struggles that will block our way. Sometimes we have done something good but another person will get the recognition.
Never lose hope. Very nice way of presenting it. But we are finding it more and more difficult to do so, each passing day. Thank you for this poetic ray of beautiful sunshine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem begins with a simple narrative about a kite-flying scene but soon assumes a rather serious philosophical dimension which defines the unpredictability of human life. Thanks for this marvelous poem, Asim ji.