The search

A pattern was set
in the panic flight of the kites,
blue followed by yellow
and pink after green.

Nizam and his coterie of splendid
fellows
gasped as they eyed the lost kites
each one flying away.

It was on
once
the fact was locked
the search it was.

On the bed of the bund
as the Ocean
was far from the palace of reverberating
stony fort of Gollakonda.

The waters were mapped
in the din
as bemused folk
looked to the sky.