Forever Neeta
Saturday, July 6, 2013
The sky
The sky
In our sky of silence
Your dreams flutter their tail,
Glide up,
Forget.
I have followed them
Every time,
My strings tired,
Sad.
Painted black
The canvas beckons,
I wind up my kite –
The sky is yours.
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