My kite

With up and down in wind’s play,

My kite travels in a random way,

When I want it to go high in sky,

It struggles lower like a house fly,

When I want to control it and make it my slave,

It rather selects to reside in the grave,

No one can grip the freedom of kite,
And if at all any one does that he/ she may end end up in huge fright,

My aim is always to reach high,

But my kite just wants to enjoy its journey of fly,

There is vast difference between me and my kite’s approach towards life,

And that’s what makes me wonder,
about uncertain thunder.

When I am in dismay,
I should rather be active and just continue play,
This is what every time kite does and that’s how it ,
It continues the struggle imbibed fly .

Life is not an easy journey to go with
but if followed the kite’s way,
it will become an fun and beautiful clay.