A KITE
High in the sky, I fly; soaring really really  high.

To stay there,  with all my heart, I sincerely did try.

From up there,  into matters of importance, I tried to pry.

With pride and ego, afloat stayed I, in the vast sky.

Felt I, to Earth stay connected ; after all, why should I ?

To float around, to bloat around, definitely , decided I.

But God, a plan had otherwise.

now my "Karma", made me cry.

Broke the thread that me connected ,so very high.

Pride, disconnected me, leaving me all alone, high n dry.

Armin Dutia Motashaw