Right atop the lush green valley
Behold, my aging eyes, a bunch of kites,
Dancing in style and floating high,
They vault into the vast azure sky
I hear children's excited cries,
That rocks the whole place with innocent might
Memories mine now on their flight
Join the past shows in silent delight
23 01 2009
Just awesome! you have excelled once again in bringing out the wonderful memories that are actually the 'Life Line' for most of us. Thanks for sharing. A 10
kesav jee! ! ! ! ! ! ! ..boy have i missed your soft melodious verses....this one was such a great one to restart with....excellent...excellent...you just soar with the kites!
ROCKING THE WHOLE PLACE WITH INNOCENT MIGHT- Kesav this beautiful, graphic line captures the joy, laughter, shrieks- it cojures so many memories in my mind. today i have read it again and i am delighted, feeling nostalgic.i had posted a comment earlier also. any way i always discover new insights in your work each time i read it. thanks. how much i wanted to fly a kite on Basant Panchami... 10 Mamta
Wow, so many poet friends who care deeply about you. I hope your heart is Dancing in style and floating high, Vaulting into the vast azurine sky... among the beauty and grace of many other poets and friends.
I don't remember if I have already commented on this nor have I patience to check through the comments down but I have pleasure in addressing you 'the wisdom-poet'...yes, you are
Great poem and nobody had trouble recognizing it as such, I see. Love your description of memories flying into the vault of mind.
hy dude...yu got me drownd in ma memories while readin this poem....great work...........realistic n creative works are alwys been n ur style......behold my aging eyes a bunch of kites..............lovely line.........admired a lot..i gve yu 10+++ fr this one.......sebastine
i really dont know how to comment about such an awsome poem........i am out of words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words make me dance, Kes, as I read them well laid out in rhythm and beat. Oh, so simple, so fresh, You show us so clearly that the little things, the ordinary things of everyday are sublime. Let me read you again and dance one more time... mark