Silhouetted against the sky

Kites, planes and flies

Burning torch and its light

Streaming in from glorious height

Stretched strings pull me up

Leaving the rest, I glide to the top

Vastness without borders

Restrictions and orders

Narrowed streets, burning pyres

Trembling souls, victorious liars

Break free from the fall

It’s an eternal call

Blessed strings of fate

Chasing desires, breaking gates

Overlook the orders

Play past the pain

Drifting in circles

Following the rain

Innocent sniggers on my face

I feel like a child again

– © Nachiketa Sanyal