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I am a Wayward Kite
I'm a wayward kite
and this cage is the void itself.
Let the thread go
a little. May this
paper bird
fly unchecked.
I'm sure even
the void's cage
somewhere has
bars: I too
happen to be mortal.
Let the thread go
a little. May this kite, tumbling and gyrating,
at least
reach those
cage-bars.
excerpt from I Am A Wayward Kite by Bal Sitaram Mardhekar 1909-1956.
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