No more screams of joy at the sight of detachment.
Only busy runners spotted all over the path,
Running in search of what can never be achieved forever.
Happiness is what people chase,
Joy is missing its days of splender.
The string attached to the kite is long lost,
Coz the hand has found a new thread of life.
No more the kite flies as the boy wants it to fly;
It is set free,
But the boy has been imprisonment at his own wish.
All those kites and all the threads are still in our memories :) They still live with us :)
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