There's a part of the land, and the sky..
that belongs to me, only,
till I'm there, at that particular spot.
And I ask the part of my land and sky,
"what am I supposed to do here?"
"We don't know."
"I'm the part of the land which can be made fertile or infertile..
decision is yours, whether to make me strong or fragile."
"I'm the part of the sky, above you, but yours.
Either fly kites, or make impure"
"Vast is the land, but so limited is my area to run!
Limitless is the sky, but I own only some..
No boundaries, no limitations..
but the part that belongs to me is just like a big cage with doors that never open..
Even if I plant flowers and fly kites,
what changes will it bring?
what to get in return?"
"When the sun will rise
the flowers will bloom,
when night falls, it will cherish the light of moon,
and you'll make it your poetry, a happy one..
with the pen having actual ink, and not just wound.
And when you'll fly kites, standing on the little occupied land,
you'll be making connection of the earth and sky, through the thread,
Thread that promises the kite to take it high..
and the kite, even after knowing that it may cut..
without the fear of fall,
chooses to fly.
You ask, what you get?
You get happiness, peace and satisfaction..
Your space is limited, but your work is an unbounded exception.
Cage is everywhere, some are big, some are small.
You live in both,
how? that depends on you after all.
Locked in limitations, some survive in outrage..
Locked in the same limitations, some live and try to find freedom in cages."
-Shruti Tripathi.🍁