WAFTING

A blue black cloud, all over me is written joy
in the script of vapor, dense, moist and meaningful,
I am light, like a feather, the breeze is in love with me for that,
I love his gentle persuasion to waft, move about, explore …
and then–ravaged by wind my love changes direction.

I love freedom more than anything, but forgot limits, hover
now, I am no more attached to the green hills, they are jealous,
far above them am I, untouched by their vainglorious pride,
I am not hard-hearted, parched fields send shivers of lightning
break me in to thousand smaller pieces, scatter around.

My love for this earth is kindled by the sights unfurling below
all the egrets, cormorants, storks and herons of great magnificence,
those kind hearted friends that fly with me often are in pain
like the farmers, there isn’t enough water for anything.
(K. Balachandran)



Subject 2 × 2 cm, Aquarell
Paper 300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions 20 × 20 cm

Original
Print
25 €
1 of 10 prints in original size on Hahnemühle PhotoRag® 308 gsm