The Kite

The grief of a king who lost his kingdom is no sadder than the tears of a toddler who lost the toy. I first heard this quote in a movie (MILI). Some other memorable lines towards kids (and to all of us) are from another movie (Thaniyavarthanam). In that movie, there was a scene, a school teacher’s heartfelt narration to the young students, including his daughter, about a kite. The below lines are inspired by it.

The Kite.
It flew high, high in spirits, and cuts through the wind.
It wandered and wondered along with the wind, like the mind of a kid.
It zigzagged, it looked down with a self-proclaimed superiority.

In all its freedom, in all its charms beyond the wind and the trees,
there was a delicate thread of bonding.
A connection of love and care that ties to its master,
the vast godly earth down below, the motherly master.
In all its freedom, that thread was its way back to home and its peace.

The kite is freer than ever. It has a sky full of curiosity to explore.
The thoughts of the thin yarn drew a dark line in its mind.
The kite flew high, the seeds of restlessness also grew a mountain.
Though in heavenly clouds, something struggled in its mind.

An eventful day, it broke its connection to its humble earth.
Forgetting the fact, it is such connections that kept us moving.

For a moment, it was on cloud nine.
The moments also showed the hard realities.
The will of the wind, other times the directionless drift, dictated its freedom.
The wind and drifts took it to many dreams and dirt.

The kite, it wanted to go back, back to its humble home.
The search for the way back seemed tiresome and often lonesome.
Many times the clouds hindered the view as if there was no sky beyond it.
The kite lost its way back home, the delicate thread of love and connection.

It can no longer fly high.
It merely drifted in the muddy world along with the dust storm.
It struggled to find its peace, waited for the way its destiny might bring.