A Kite's Wisdom
This poem is a reflection of the conversations I had with my father about the glorious past we had as a family. He was a successful officer and entrepreneur, and my mother was a Lawyer, excellent at ensuring wonderful and cheerful relationships with everyone. At some point, after she passed away, there was a new conundrum in relationships that became a learning curve for my family simultaneously while processing the grief of my Mother's loss. But like every life experience, there is a silver lining in this scenario, one which propelled our lives on a positive trajectory. I tried to summarize these scenarios in discussion with a Kite as Uttarayan or Makar Sankranti is one of my and my Mother's favorite festivals. A Kite's Wisdom Ⓒ The flying kite in the mighty blue sky, Whispers in my ears very slowly As the blowing wind tries to sway it by It says, time stops for no one! Once we had people around to celebrate We laughed, broke bread same meal we ate But then I was succ