Unfazed Joy Poem by Deb Panda

Where would be the kite flying,
In a unnerving winter, light passed,
“Would it shake an upright tail”,
I wondered,
By strokes of the morning,
Down the gentle breeze.
It will, break, there
Head towards her –
To behold, the joy –
In embraced morning,
With unwinding haze –
And never be caught by clouds,
Nor stronger,
Strongest gravity of the Earth!
And hence, a pointless kite roles –
Shall follow the night
With rendering all its virtues,
It has, worthy of-
After a supreme, heavenly cloud;
And you will be there –
Beneath the clouds,
And above the heaven,
As much in pace –
With my plaintive thought,
Shone as dazzling stars –
As intense, invested,
Vividly – through curtains,
Disappear –
While eyes would not be lost.