Poping-out through the casement
a notion comes into my mind
reverie occurred, while watching it freely flying
signifying free rein
across this immense skyline
but as being clutch by its nurturer
like very us by our almighty god
ideating if flown too high
he tracks us down
and buoy ups too
while going steep down
maybe we see our elbow grease but
its was only him who foster us to drive by
As the wind is our guardian angels
who drift us making the route to pass by
they lend us their favor waving sign
so that we can fly, fly, and fly.
By
Akshay Gupta
Tags: Kite, English, Poem
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