The Kite

She flows high into that inviting blue sky
Dances with wind as he kisses her skin
In gay abandon she lives to be free
And begins to believe in her immortality.

The false pride begins to seep in
In her superiority, fooled into believing
That no power,heaven or earth
Could cut the flight of this rebirth.

She keeps drinking the ego poison
Then she loses that last bit of reason
In her own infallibility she begins to fall
And just then does the owner recall.

In few seconds that fantasy flight ceases
Crestfallen on ground she shreds into pieces
The freedom she thought was her right
Was slaved to the thread her owner had tied.