My thoughts fly like kite,
When I loose it more,
It wander in the sky,
When I held it tight,
It starts a fight,
It will go here and there,
and will capture the world in eyes,
I wonder at times,
What will happen,
If I,
Free it for a while,
But deep down my heart says,
It will die,
Kite and my thoughts are same,
Can't leave them on their own,
They will rise high,
Only to fall,
One to the earth,
But the poor one in love!
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