Freedom Of Kite Turns Its Annihilation Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Freedom Of Kite Turns Its Annihilation
A fickle kite playing with blowing breeze
Flies along with floating white clouds.
It twinkles in blue sky like a bright star.
Enchanting motion of its pleasent game
Swaying with glee like green meadows.
Movements matching with flattering tail
Guided and controlled by a kite flyer
On rooftop with wood string reel spool.
Celestial ephoria incited in blue sky.
While trying to rise above the clouds
Witnessed someone is inhibiting
And creating boundary of its limitation.
It yelled to kite flyer with extreme wrath
Me, not your slave, how dare you
Behave me like a helpless puppet.
If any trace of morality is, inside you
Free me from your recreational grip.
Freedom is flavour of my choice.
No boundary of limitation for my flight.
The kite flyer thought for a while
Is it reward for his passion and love.?
Accusation for paving road for destiny.
With extreme pain and sorrow
He cut string with tears welled up in eyes
Breaking a bond between kite & spool.
All of sudden the breeze flew down kite
Humiliated it as there is saviour to help.
The kite gets stuck in branches of tree
Wings and arms, noticed badly brooken.
Pathetic event occurred due to
Failure to understand its limitation.
The vanity turned a cause of annihilation.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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