No Kites In The Sky

No kites in the sky 

To mock my disability to fly

The clouds hovering above

Are like the wounds on my soul

That pours during the day

And at night, silently cry.

Nothing flies here 

Except for the dreadful cold wind

Like an infinite army of soldiers 

Patrolling with vigilant eyes.

Even thoughts aren’t allowed

To peek into territories of hope.

So if you want to fly a kite 

On this terrible land

Make sure it is made of steel

Bring a thread of silk

And a poet’s hand.

After all your efforts

If the kite still doesn’t fly

I can think of

Leaving this place, 

Forever.