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Lone stringed flier

 Amid a flock of feathers;

 The impostor evades and ducks

 The guardians of clouds
Soaring in pretense

 Of spanning the heavens;

 Alas ! It could only rise

 To the tallest roof
Lured to deem itself worthy

 Of the infinite citadel

And mimicking the wings;

It's but slave to a mere string

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53 comments:

  1. rupam sarma4 October 2012 at 21:47

    Beautiful.

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  2. Unknown4 October 2012 at 22:07

    nice thought Anupam. but in this you have showed two pictures,why?

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    1. Anupam Patra4 October 2012 at 22:08

      Because I didn't find a pic with a kite surrounded by birds.

      Thanks Rohan

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    2. Anupam Patra4 October 2012 at 22:09

      And the comparison of the kite is with the birds. So the second pic, Rohan

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    3. Unknown4 October 2012 at 22:18

      actually, birds are free and they can go where they like!!

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    4. Anupam Patra4 October 2012 at 22:21

      Exactly what I've said in my poem !!!



      "The impostor evades and ducks..." (The kite is an impostor)

      and

      The second stanza exposes the limits of a kite.

      and

      "And mimicking the wings" - (A kite tries to fly like a bird)

      "A slave to a mere string" - (But it's a slave to the holder of its string)

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  3. Amrit Sinha5 October 2012 at 00:51

    A nice composition !!!

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  4. RehyaBond6 October 2012 at 11:20

    I really like this one :)
    Wah..

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  5. Flowers Blossom... So do words6 October 2012 at 11:35

    Anupam, very nice poem. Somewhere it surely touches a chord.

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    1. Anupam Patra6 October 2012 at 19:23

      Thanks Rahul. I'm delighted by your response

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  6. Jayashree Srivatsan7 October 2012 at 03:39

    But if the string breaks..... :)

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    1. Anupam Patra7 October 2012 at 03:42

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    2. Anupam Patra7 October 2012 at 03:56

      Ahh!!! Well said..

      What do you think will happen, Jayashree ?


      ....

      It'll fly free for sometime till the wind abandons it to die on the ground

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  7. Ash7 October 2012 at 04:19

    Slave to a string... so true... makes me wonder, are we really free, or are there strings which bind us all through life, too? Brilliant, as usual, Anupam... !

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    1. Anupam Patra8 October 2012 at 00:51

      We are all bound by strings, seen & unseen.

      Thanks Ash, for reading and appreciating 'Kite'

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  8. Unknown7 October 2012 at 21:41

    what a thought!! we all are no doubt God made Puppets,can't move an inch without His permission..

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    1. Anupam Patra8 October 2012 at 00:54

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    2. Anupam Patra13 October 2012 at 21:01

      Exactly, but like the kite we keep trying to soar high forgetful of our natural limits and at times we do that with arrogance..

      Thanks for reading Jasmin

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  9. Sri Valli24 October 2012 at 21:44

    I loved the ending line.....Everything is dependent on something in order to exist....

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  10. Woman'n'Beyond24 October 2012 at 22:20

    ‘mellow wings, tied on hind,
    soared in sky, danced in wind…
    pulled, manipulated, followed, cried for,
    snapped, bewildered, shoved to floor,
    torn, bedraggled, needed no more…
    uncaring, unemotional shrieks, galore!
    new string-tied dancing about,
    amidst indifferent ,impassive clouds…’

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  11. Sahithya Sridhar25 October 2012 at 00:27

    9 lines of beautiful description!..:)

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  12. Vinay25 October 2012 at 02:29

    Hello, Nice Post

    Happy Diwali Greetings - शुभ दीपावली बधाइयाँ

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    1. Anupam Patra26 October 2012 at 21:32

      Hi Vinay,

      Welcome to 'reflections'
      Thanks for reading.

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  13. provoqd25 October 2012 at 08:55

    What a juxtaposition between the stringed flier and the free birds Anupam :)
    The last line revealed the meaning to me. You truly write beautiful and thoughtful lines Anupam.
    Keep posting good stuff :)

    Regards

    Jay
    http://road-to-sanitarium.blogspot.in/

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  14. Meoww25 October 2012 at 18:13

    Lovely thoughts strung beautifully!

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  15. ArjunaUbacha25 October 2012 at 23:28

    Beautiful poem. Very well written.

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  16. Unknown25 October 2012 at 23:44

    beautiful string of words ..loved d pics as well !

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  17. Unknown26 October 2012 at 01:33

    Soaring in pretense ..! Ah, beautiful :)

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  18. Anonymous26 October 2012 at 05:20

    You can read many things into this one. Nice.

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    1. Anupam Patra26 October 2012 at 22:02

      Hey Shovon,

      Thanks for reading 'Kite' in all its intended shades

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  19. Uppal26 October 2012 at 06:09

    Last two lines say it all!

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  20. Unknown26 October 2012 at 10:24

    This is good stuff :) Very nice indeed!!

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  21. Ire26 October 2012 at 11:36

    Brilliant stuff..really liked this one!

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    1. Anupam Patra26 October 2012 at 22:23

      Thanks Nikita. Your admiration delighted me.

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  22. Hemant26 October 2012 at 13:58

    Loved it.....it's indeed a story where pain comes out at the last line....beauty!!!

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  23. Panchali26 October 2012 at 20:34

    Beautiful....I loved the concluding lines, Amit!

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    1. Anupam Patra26 October 2012 at 22:25

      Thanks Panchali ji.

      I'm sure you meant Anupam ;)

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  24. Anupam Patra26 October 2012 at 21:32

    Thanks Rajesh. Am delighted

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  25. Jannet Loves to Experiment27 October 2012 at 00:50

    Good poem Anipam... It bring a sting of pain on the last line.

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