Kites, In The Hands Of Destiny Poem by ritty patnaik
Kites, In The Hands Of Destiny
two kites,
bobbing in the sky,
tied to the reel,
in the hands of destiny.
the reel pulls,
up and down they go,
just like us
controlled, by
golden hands of god.
independence,
depending
on his will!
to float and survive, his wish,
to come down crashing
also his wish.
to survive it tries its best,
but restricted is its neck,
tied to the string,
it tugs and pulls,
sometimes entangled,
sometimes free.
when the game is over,
useless is the kite,
like in old age
its body torn and shattered,
somewhere in the ground.
again, we see another kite,
flying high in the sky,
as the body takes,
another birth!
Ritty, this goes into my favourites and a copy to read again and again. It is a very beautiful comparison of birth and rebirth. I received this today from a friend......... 'What you think of as death, is indeed life. In one instance you can be a millionaire, and in the other instance, you can be steeped in poverty. Yours and mine, big and small-erase these ideas from your mind. Then everything is yours and you belong to everyone. This body is not yours, neither are you of the body. The body is made of fire, water, air, earth and ether, and will disappear into these elements. But the soul is permanent- so who are you? '
How simply you have described the reincarnation, ritty, superbly done poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 1:24:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is so beautiful. At a metaphysical level it gives insight into the life cycle, at a spiritual level it intitiates one to understand God's ways and at a physical level it indicates how two souls born from the same umbilical chord may have different destinies depending on their karma, the umbilical chord being that of a mother or a spiritual guide or God. This poem is very special because of the way you have used kites and the string to express your feelings. It also means a lot to me because it reminds me of my home, my childhood, my parents, my guru, God and the destinies of my brother and me.