A KITE
High in the sky, I fly; soaring really really high.
To stay there, with all my heart, I sincerely did try.
From up there, into matters of importance, I tried to pry.
With pride and ego, afloat stayed I, in the vast sky.
Felt I, to Earth stay connected ; after all, why should I ?
To float around, to bloat around, definitely , decided I.
But God, a plan had otherwise.
now my "Karma", made me cry.
Broke the thread that me connected ,so very high.
Pride, disconnected me, leaving me all alone, high n dry.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
