A Story Of A Kite

A girl like a fairy came to me And wanted to be a kite For her I spread my chest And created a space to fly her One day she touched the cloud And asked me if I could be a piece of land I became flat and let her pour as rain She used to rain for few days And told me many stories of drought -life Then she sat on a bough of a tree I fixed my legs and stood still And it was on the bank of a bay So she showed me some crocodiles Then she wished to be a flower So I became a garden bee In one fine morning I told her to become An eye of my storm Instead of becoming a sight She became the drops of my eyes.