There's something special between poetry and me We understand each other completely In every twist and turn In every strife that burns I learn and gain I bloom with wisdom Though I rain ... A mystery may be ... That conceals darkness and feelings A realm with greater meanings An incognito tryst That brings dreams in my eyes Immense pleasure in my life And I cherish this with my entire heart Where pain hurts When love flirts That trance in imagining ... Between grief and words , treading Swinging in galaxies so far Bathing in moonlight and stars Light years seem so close and dear Realization led me to fantasy of words And these words are windows of this colossal world.
Every year during the 'Makar Sankranti' celebrations, many birds get injured, maimed or killed due to the practise of kite flying. One can't help but wonder as how a simple piece of paper that flutters in the sky in all its glory, a fun practice that is integral and engaging can spell doom for our feathered friends.
It is because the 'manja' (kite strings) are made of finely shredded glass and gum, and with their knife like sharpness they prove fatal to the birds as many birds get entangled in them.
'Makar Sankranti' is a time for letting our spirits soar high & not only our kites. If we show some genuine concern for the 'aves' and start making 'manja' of the ordinary strings (the ones that are used for sewing clothes) we will be able to stop the immense collateral damage that's being done to these birds and to our environment as a result of the seemingly innocent practice of kite flying.