They Are In Fortune’s Hands
Written by Arun Deshpande at
August 28, 2008 (8:56 pm)
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Braving the hot & piercing Sun
The boys indulge in endless fun;
I watch their faces gleaming
With joy, engrossed in kite flying.
Headless of the devilish world
Like an innocent happy bird
They scream & shout & are called
By one another, all enthralled.
With every brisk & swift movement
Of hands that are skill’s embodiment
They send their kites soaring high
Like far off birds, up in the azure sky.
Absorbing part of the game, a kite is cut
Whirling it goes over hut after hut;
To win the booty the triumphant boys race
Giving a slip, it drops to unknown place.
Their hope in life too would soar
High like kite & I would share
Their joyous fulfillment. But O Fortune!
Would you Spare or shatter them & make the boys roar?
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