A Thought On Uttarayan

Ample space in the sky
For every kite to fly
And yet we fight
To be the only one in sight

As if the breeze weren't enough
We fill the air with sound
No force sufficient
For the world to go round

We add our bits
Window-dressing the whole
Scraping from the middle
And leaving a hole..

There's wind, there's sky, some thread and a kite
Not everything may kneel to our might
And yet we fight
To be the only one sight

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