The Kite

We flew an elegant kite in the blue sky,
A single long string attached,
We painted it with vibrant emotions—
vivid and multicoloured.
Bordered it with undefined sensations—
Smooth and shining.

We believed it was indestructible,
And would thrive in tough conditions.
We flew it through all six seasons.
And navigated complex situations.

One day, a tornado came—
Intense and dreadful,
Massive and rare,
Sweeping the kite into a chaotic spiral.

The sky became dark and dusty,
while the kite flew high and wild.
When the kite was a mere speck in the sky,
We decided to pull it.

What happened then is a mystery,
A story only the sky can tell.
But the beloved kite never returned,
And the long string remained in our hands.

It landed in the ocean somewhere,
Irretrievable and hard to recover.
Waves played hide and seek with it,
until it sank into the deepest of waters.
The  ocean took it and hid it in a secret shell.
And the long string remained in our hands.

We flew an elegant kite in the blue sky.
A long string attached,
We flew it through all six seasons,
And navigated complex situations.
But it couldn’t withstand the Tornado.
The  Ocean took it, and the long string remained.

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Author’s note:
Just like the lost kite, the things we love most can sometimes be taken away in an instant. We must cherish them while we have them. But we can take comfort in knowing that the memories of the kite will live on, and the joy it brought us will never be forgotten.