I had a dream yesterday night,
The sky was clear and there flew a kite,
I liked the way it flew,
Attention of big & small it drew,
It mocked the birds that flew past,
Saying compete with me I know you won’t last!
The birds just didn’t care a bit,
Kept flying without taking a hit.
They knew it would only take a change in wind
For the kite to cry and ask it to be kind!
It was not the wind that matters they knew,
The kites had to fear each other though very few.
The birds found this funny and queer,
From our own kind what should be the fear?
They had lived in peace forever and ever,
Fighting each other they could think of never.
The kites were after all man's creation,
They reflected his aims and his ambition!!
The kite though felt proud to be flying high,
It felt the sun and stars are drawing nigh!
But what it didn’t know was the purpose it flew,
The one who held the strings was the one who knew!
The kite flew high in the sky not for jest,
But the real aim of the flier was to be the best.
He didn’t mind how many kite he cut in the quest,
All he wanted to do was to stand above the rest!
The birds found this so ridiculous,
Flying alone at the top seemed so frivolous!
The only one flying high was the lonely one
They would rather fly low
And in a group they would grow!
They felt pity for the kite
but continued their flight,
Coz' they knew it won’t be too late that it would stop flying,
"High or low let me fly" it would start crying!!
----WIND
