Our lives are like kites,
And we're just one in the many infinites.
We come in different kinds,
We may share some similar minds,
But not all of us fly from the same terrain,
And not all of aim for the highest gain.
Some simply want to jest,
While others  want to stand out from the rest,
Some are too scared to hold their own spin,
Some boast about it with a prideful grin,
Some know how to manoeuvre the wind,
Some learn the art after tedious grind.
We aim to fly higher and above,
But sometimes it's about flying with the Now,
Sharing the sky with a million different colours,
As tranquility and love in the air hovers.
Every kite serves a different purpose,
Some maybe delicate, some adventurous,
A kite may fall, a kite may rise,
But none can predict when one may surprise.

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A/N:

Last but not the least, a Rhyming poem. This has always been my niche style of poetry and I enjoy writing it. And to end it on a positive note, I wrote a sweet, kind of bittersweet, poetry.

What are your thoughts on it?