A take
on :
‘’My heart leaps up
when I behold
a rainbow in
the sky’’.
Now I
spot no rainbow
No buoyant
flowers,
I am past sixty,
I am old
and palsied
I feel I am finished,
I desire my
soul to go
Higher in the cloudless
sky,
To merge
with the unique
Stars and stellar
system:
Let the kite
go high
and high not to
be
mangled and torn,
or distorted on
tree tops , rustling :
let the thread
be
channelized by my
Mentor, in slow and
Steady rhythm, till
It reaches its Heaven’s portal.
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