𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐄

I was like a kite,

I could fly but there was a thread holding me back

-From floating far into the sky,

 

I cursed the thread.

 

I was broken away at once when a strong wind came

I started to fly

The wind rocked my peaceful sail

 

I cursed the wind.

 

With the retreat of the wind came my collapse

Now here I lay among the dirt 

forgotten. 

                    —  Nidha Fathima