Above Kite Hill, you searched for the right breeze.
I waited, my manjha ready to cut.
Below, an assembly clapped and cheered
As a million eyes were averted
By sordid headlines and Sunday lattes.
Razored
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Love this one. Seems to be a lot unsaid. Also, I learned a new words.
Thanks, Jan. That is most appreciated. A view of London I felt at that time, maybe around the silos people build for themselves wherever they may be.
Love the scene and the use of the word ‘manjha’. Brings out the true spirit of kite flying. The last two lines reflect what’s actually missing from people’s lives. 🙂
That is most appreciated, Terveen. Watching the kite flying was spectacular and a highlight of Sunday mornings. I was always perplexed how many others missed the spectacle.