Kites are flying high
My hands feel pressure
Kites touch the zenith
And my body lies down .
Birds have a confusion
My perception is in power
They welcome the intruders
For obstacles where in jumble.
Eyes were in fix, not a movement
The kite and bird had a competition
Both strived till the end ,
But the poor is poor though with breaths .
Kites fell down and were tored apart
While birds winked all the time
I saw myself going into a time machine
When I had money and pleasure was far .
My eyes came back rolling
Straight did my shadow smiled
I was a kite illusioned of heights
Inspiration was the bird full of life .