Flight of a Kite
I was a flimsy paper Shiny and bright Dyed with aspirations One day, I will reach that great height There, from where the sun peeks Its rays like honey drops Luring me towards it.. Suddenly a gust of wind came, Took me a little higher I raised my arms Oh-yes! I will reach there But no..that was a flop flight And I could no longer let myself tire Then a hand came, It picked me up.. A hand, I remember, hard as a rock Oh.. what would now persue, My fears began to talk He pricked me and started stringing a thread Oh.. ouch! I moaned that fate And that feeling..that still makes me dread I woke up- for the sun was there Beckoning me for another flight With its soft beams and a tender stare I realised I felt no pain And then I looked at myself— A new shape, a fresher mind But still looking for a wind... which soon came! I felt myself being lifted, Higher than ...