The End

The End

A Poem by Introspective Mind

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.

© 2011 Introspective Mind

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Added on July 28, 2011
Last Updated on July 28, 2011
Tags: poem, poetry, philosophy, life, introspection, thought


Introspective Mind
Introspective Mind

Kolkata (Calcutta), India

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