All those days flying like a kite,

Which was controlled by a thread,

I didn't know hard it was,

To lead me without obstacles.

I always wanted to be free,

I wanted to get rid of the thread,

Which took me to places I hate,

And held me back from the ones I love.

I tried my best to break the thread,

Through which those hands controlled me,

I used to blame those hands,

Which I hated the most.

Right now as the thread has broken,

I lay here on the ground, unable to move;

Now I understand the struggle they went through,

The cuts they got by holding my thread.

Every time I try to break it off,

They held it tight from me,

Hoping that one day I would realize,

The love of those divine hands.

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WRITTEN ON: 5th of January, 2017 (5/01/2017)

Thank You.

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