Is my life like a kite,
when i observe it, nothing seems right.
It flies like a free bird and
doesn’t know where it has to go,
Then realizes, freedom would end,
Loyalty to the commander
it has to show. . .
when i observe it, nothing seems right.
It flies like a free bird and
doesn’t know where it has to go,
Then realizes, freedom would end,
Loyalty to the commander
it has to show. . .
Wind of troubles, shakes it furiously
And to save itself from them, nothing
it takes seriously. . .
Rain of sorrows, wet it often
With the burden of small things, it
does soften.
It has no idea, how much time is
left there,
Still to the wish of the destiny,
it does adhere. . .
With the desire of the commander,it does grow,
But who the commander is, perhaps
it doesn’t know. . .
Is my life like a kite,
when i observe it, nothing seems right. . .
Deepak Rana 