People call me a kite. I take great pleasure to fly high up in the sky. It is indeed gratifying to state that I emblematise liberty, yes, genuine liberty, no doubt. However, it is also to be noted that the spindle remains in someone's hand. That is to say, my liberty is under control. I know how much it pains me. Hence, I never wish anyone to be like me. My utmost agony has to linger suppressed inside the sweet coating of a lifeless smile. I am never allowed even to burst into tears.
Although I provide measureless mirth to the human beings, it must be admitted that I have to make the waste basket my final destination. Yes, human beings are cruel, too cruel, even much more than the beasts, in some way or the other.
I can still visualise the moments I had with the kids, with their parents and with their friends.
Important to note, their friends are not so always. It may be the order of the day, but I can emphatically utter that I was, I am and I will be their true friend eternally. However, the tragedy is that mankind fail to understand the true value of a piece of diamond rather than that of a shard of glass.
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