Turn Me Into a Beautiful Kite
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The law of nature is,
That on one fateful day...
You do fall down.
From your position, from your emotion
From your pride, from your sentience
From the highs and the lulls
From the charms and the dulls
From your breaths, the puffs, the gasps
Like those swatted wasps
You will fall down
And who am I
A frivolous snob
To dispute the law of nature
So let it all play out...
I concede my plunge
But before that...
Before that, I have a request
I want you to transform me
Amidst my descent
As now, I am like a souvenir
An Idle and brittle showpiece
I will fall and break into pieces
Please transform me...
Transform me, into a Kite
There, I fly high in the unknown
Unafraid of the challenges thrown
The ground pulls me down
The air pushes me back
Yet, I twirl on and whirl on...
And dance along my track.
I am held up straight by two relentless sticks.
My dad vertically,
Teaching me honor, being my backup
Imparting me lessons I will need my way up
And then my mom, who bends for me
The rules, the principles, the reality.
Applying the ointments
on my heart, my ego, my bruised knee.
There is also a long and thorny string attached
Clutching from behind, jiving my sticks
She calls herself the responsibility
She holds me firmly and warns me of my fate
If I ever tread on uncharted paths
If I ever forget my bread and my maths
I laugh at the irony...
Supposed to fly but confined to a rope
The smell of a hug garbed in the ick of a grope
I use the wind and rise up a notch
The grumpy rope is out of its gauge
And I attain freedom.
There is afloat in that dive
A fist in that five
When I roam endlessly in the cold air
Like witnessing a daydream after a nightmare
Before the inevitable dust, I bite
Turn me into a beautiful kite