The End

The kite floats--just severed--

Seesawing leisurely

In rhythm of kissing ends,

Of promises and dejections,

Of remembrances and forgetting,

Of reliance and betrayal,

Of pleasures and angst,

Beneath dark eyes of monsoon clouds.

 

A tiny tail of torn thread twirls

Buttressing with a small memory

Of a bonded past

Of an yearning for freedom

Of a passion to soar high

Of a pride to be in seclusion.
 

The entity finds a flawless liberation

From a collection fraught with lies

From a society distressed in lust

From a quaint wholeness of wiles

From a perfect choir of vilification. 
 

The kite floats leisurely

In swings of moist breeze

Before it meets the final descend

Far away from a faceless form of humanity--

A brimful deceit of mankind.