Fallen Kite
A colorful streamer
Wags her tail,
Pawing and fawning
Like dolphin in the sky
Out of the blue
She crash lands
Slipping altitude
No signals, nor runway radars
Just a still long
Snake like corpse held invisible
The tyre marks sketch
On her bamboo bones
She’s quiet and lies unmoved
No owner’s howls
Nor victory shouts
Until a child stuck her ground
Refused to cross
The even tarred road
She drops that hand
Picks the kite
Brushes the sand
Blows it high
All of one foot high
by shyla