LEFT UNDER GRAY SKIES

Boy was playing with Kite uder the afternoon sun, soaring high.
Running carelessly in the greenfields, doesn’t care about anything, happily making memories.
Suddenly, boy ran under a huge tree and Kite feebly fell into Tree’s long limbs.
Boy forcefully seized Kite from Tree’s grip, not wanting anyone to have it.
But Kite held on strongly to Tree’s tendril hands, wanting all of it.
Kite said to Tree, “Please hold on and don’t let go.”
Boy surrendered, freeing Kite, its happiness.
Tree’s long limbs and tendril hands, its happiness was.
Walking under gray skies, Boy left them.
Time passed by and Tree grew tired.
Kite slipped off unaware from its grip.
Until such time when Kite woke up from its ecstasy, and realized all her iniquity.
Kite was left too, neglected, crying in agony.
“I chose whom can’t choose me”, it said.

          - calypso, cd.
            5/22/17