Lost Kite

31st May '13

Just feel so lost somedays
Like I belong nowhere
Not even to myself

Like I’m a drifting kite
With cut strings
Trying to merge myself
Match my colour
To the terrains
I drift over

When the wind doesn’t blow
I seek a cote in corners
On treetops,
And tangles of the city wires

I get wet in rain
I get torn
I get patches of dirt

I’m a drifter
Of the sky
I’m a piece of paper
From the tree

I’m a wanderer
Who got lost

And then died.

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