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Flying High

Wish I were!
Wish I were a bird...
Free to high in the skies...
Free to live life with style...
Free from any formalities....
Free to be Just the way I like!
Journey in life would be meaningful...
Not to Travel merely an existence!
Alas, I realize... I am just a kite,
Though Flying high in blue sky,
Strings attached on my back...
Just to fly as master commands,
Sitting bellow enjoys real joy of hights...
Wish I was a mountain stream...
Free to fall with sparking sound at will...
Free to wander the earth's landscape..
Free to Quench thirst of many lives...
Free to choose directions Just the way I like!
Alas, I realize I am just a puppet...
Clouds above have the say....
My strength depends on their mercy... Forcing me to play havoc on landscape.. By bulging into floods...
Or
Making me starve many lives,
By reducing me into thin lines..
Thereby Dancing to various tunes
Played by master floating above...
Who likes to enjoy fun by my plight..
Flying high or free flow in life...
No need to be a bird or a mountain stream,
Just be a good soul,
Just own happiness in others happiness,
Just be of some good use to others,
Just be a good guide to directionless,
Just be meaningful in life of others...
Then restrospect within self...
Would get that joy of flying high,
And flowing freely in many visions...
With honor and pride.....
©hemantjsha