The Limited Freedom

The kite in heights boasted I am totally free and in freedom I can fly in heights and see the clouds I can go near the moon the shining moon While all of you are denied this freedom Without hope to reach in heights But the little child boasted to the kite I will let you for your freedom The thread that carries you is in my hand The kite feared, and feared its death Somewhere in water sources may it fall Forgiveness it sought to the little one In fact freedom have certain restrictions Those we have to follow while we are free.