© chiratukal

I am a kite.
The child was been making me.
His little fingers made me colourful like a butterfly.
But I am unable to fly.
He was holding me close to his heart.
But I wanted to fly.

And it was time.
The painted sky, warm wind beckoning me.
The child put a string attatched to me,with other end on his hand.
I was jealous of the birds.They can fly where ever they want.
Look at me , he don't want me to fly freely...
He started releasing me...