My Kite

He was all of violet
With hues of blue
Some pink dots
And golden streaks too

With valour and longing
He gazed at the sky
Knowing he was always
Meant to fly

It must have been
His luckiest day
A li’l girl came
All ready to play

She looked at the kite
With her loving eyes
Imagined him having
A rendezvous with the skies

She took him home
And kept him safe
Caressed him, admired him
And then one day…

Excited, she tied the string
And lifted him in her hands
That’s when the pain arose
She felt its blistering pangs

She had always known
It was love at first sight
How could she now let him
Take his first flight?

What if he tore?
What if he was lost?
Wasn’t he too precious
To bear such a grave cost?

So she tore the strings
To relieve her fears
And made him heavier
By soaking him in tears

His colours soon bled
With all her crying
He knew he could now
Never even dream of flying

They sacrificed adventure
For  the fear of pain
Gave up the skies
For everything mundane

Never did they sing again
Nor  feel the wind’s draft
They lived and smiled
But alas! Never again laughed…!!!