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 I had that day

I saw that hand again,

Helping me, to move along my way

But alas! I couldn’t do anymore

And within a few moments 

I fell again, on the floor

And then I knew... I ought to try harder than before!

Again I lifted my arms 

And again the wind blew

Again the hands kept on holding my threads

And again I flew..

That was higher..

Much higher than before

From that great height,

Smiled at me, the mountains, fields and the sea shore!

Up there— it was 

The sun, beaming at me

And now I have learnt,

You will always achieve success

If you are ready to pay only a little fee

I kept on flying 

Among the cottony clouds

And that moment I could live

The whole of my life... out loud!