Sky Freedom.

The boy who knows how to fly the kite,

Knows what freedom is.

But his mother will never let him play-

Outside for long.

His teachers have always insisted,

On studying and utilizing-

The most precious hours.

The boy who knows

How to make the kite,

Has a mind,

Which knows how to stretch,

His hands for the unbinding freedom,

Concealed somewhere unseen-

In the vast sky.

Always, who has searched for a cloudless sky,

Knows how to search for-

The milieu which suits to resume-

His quest for freedom. The boy-

Knows, that on some occasions,

The wind, the thread, the hands,

And his luck have played something,

Unperceived by others, and have-

Taken his kite to a world where,

No colours rule and no borders divide.

He knows this, for, he is the boy who knows-

How to fly the kite.