A Sonnet

Courtesy Dilip Kadam

A patterned sky is my canvas
By a swooping arc my traces,
Of life through aetherial sky
By a rush of Prana I do fly.

Lo, I am the bird in a bough
A feathered vessel that dost flow.
The wind my brother doth bear
My whimsy flips full of flair.

I, bird, rule these airy ways
As a lone sailor upon endless waves.
Who made me, my purpose choose
On this firmament set me loose!

A boy-god of play and happy mood
Is me, my nest and tittering brood.