Desperate attempts
to make it fly
End in vain
again I sigh
Fighting the wind
like I fight Math
The kite goes up, but is
butchered by wind's wrath
You stand there wiping
my tears as they roll by
Assuring that u shall be
the wind and let my kite fly
Now i know my friend
you have kept the promise
It is you holding my kite
in the sky, post your demise
P.S. ASWATH this is again for you!
Call Busy
4 months ago
2 comments:
simple n so nice
Nice yaar..loved it!
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