I feel like a kite
soaring in the open sky
The entire sky to call its own
yet nowhere to go on its own volition
Thrown at the mercy of the winds
That decide its destiny
And guided by the pull of a string
That charts its course

A sudden tug of wind sets it free
It soars high in the sky
Turning this way
Twisting there
Undecided in its path
Oblivious of the world
Finally it sinks down
It has been tied too long to fly now
It has been dead too long to live now.

Written by Smitha V
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