The Kite

You fly me high
The way you flee, bluff
And tell me “bye”......
Our distance was a fun for you
Still, I tried hard to make you mine.
You thought, it’s only a thread to connect me to you
And left it...............
You know, I lost my life line.
Yes! I mean it............
Cried, screamed then got tired!!!
Distance that never make you heard.
You ignored the kite, falling from the height.
A bondless, aimless, whirling, stumbling, falling crashed paper made kite?
Or a black & white lonely dying life???
Don’t you run again to catch me?
I can see, my flying lines are still in your hand!!!