I Am A Kite
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Anil Kumar Panda
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My soul is the kite
Tagged to the string of the body
Wind of life plays with me
Takes me to the sky
Drops me low
I am free
But not free
I meet strangers on my way
Some become friends
And we move together
Hand in hand
Some behave as enemies
With plans to pull me down
To fall flat on the ground
Tattered and bruised
I move on up and up
Till evening comes
And I am dragged down
With the spool of age
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