𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐄

Nidha Fathima

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

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