.
They fly untamed.
The expanse of blue:
inhales the rise
of each tiny life;
sighs to propel
every carefree flight;
While with arms open
they tread gently,
Softly; on its chest.
.
They fly untamed.
The expanse of blue:
inhales the rise
of each tiny life;
sighs to propel
every carefree flight;
While with arms open
they tread gently,
Softly; on its chest.
.
11 comments:
Is this some sort of a speciality of yours? Making small things seem so grand? It's nice, I like it.
:P
And here go commenting 1st again.
:D
Lurevely.
Kites hain kya?
I likie!!!!
Awesome poem!It has a soothing effect to it.
*pats vasu on her bck*:D
Love the poem. Vivid, arresting, easy.
loved it or rather understood it !
btw prerna how cn it b kites?? it says "untamed" kites are tamed yaar !
Aanchal : Thanks. :) And you'd still rather not? :| >.<
Prerna : Nah, nah. Not kites. Birds. :)
Kika : Thankie then. :P
Aku : Oh my god. I cannot believe this. You passed this one? :o :| :P
Nangia : Gee, really? Thank you. =)
Suku I. [T? Kaafi? :P] : Honestly, its such a relief to hear that. I thought I was going insane, what with all the undecipherable stuff. :|
Yay!
Prema, told you it was birds, not kites!
Lol, you guys started the betting routine again? :P
woohoo!! nicety nice :)
Thanks! :D
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