The Kite
The kite
I
Wanted
To hover high
On the horizon where
The blue sky meets the land
And fly like a colored kite made
Of dreams in the air carrying the scent
Of the spring from the blooming garden I left
I would float like a bird and ride on the
Flank of drifting cloud taking me
To the distant unknown sky
I would make my home
And won’t return
To you
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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