Kite

Many a business
they know, but
this, no lazy hand's
clumsy job.
Agreed, my existence is
a creative man's
exuberant idea.
He glues me
in shades of his delight.
He ties me down
to control my flight.
I befriend the wind,
it knows the secrets
I hide in my heart.
The sun gawks at my
strength, my agility.
I look in its eyes
and display
a harmless demeanour.
On the flip side,
snap and I'm on my own.
Sure, it hurts.
Isn't it the same
with you, human beings?
You learn your potential
after a snap.
For that one time,
I landed in the hands of
the most positive man alive.
He rose me to heights,
I had not known afore.
Those careful gentle releases
he gave,
the beam on his face, and
the glint in his eyes
told me he felt
he was flying with me
in the sky.
I flew free,
I breathed free
I decided it's my forte
I want to fly,
for it gives a perspective
like no other.