And thus, the winter ends!

The golden globe
Sets about northwards.
The bonfires
Return longer, warmer days.
Ripened rabi invites
For sumptuous meals,
Garnished generously with love.
Folksongs on pouting lips,
Rhythm in feet,
And thank yous in heart
For fire and sun and light
In dreary winter days.
The colorful spring skies
Speckled
With kites soaring high.
Ensorcelled,
I relish this end of winter.

K is for ... Kites

Rhombic paper-mache of dreams
Dancing aloft in wind currents.
Undulating in the infinity.
Conquering the crested iris.
A distant silhouette
Tasting the skies,
Inspiring to look
Further and higher.
Tangled reins
Locked in trance.
Behold! Their rhythm,
Ceaselessly goading.
The unruly stringless wanderer
Scaling the silver skylines.
Skilled hands mastering
The string, now loose, now taut,
Willing it in to a smooth glide,
Urging and encouraging the flight.
Wide-eyed innocence
Mesmerized,
Their young beating heart,
Reaching for stars,
Untiringly, chasing the kites.

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