The kite in heights boasted
I am totally free and in freedom
I can fly in heights and see the clouds
I can go near the moon the shining moon
While all of you are denied this freedom
Without hope to reach in heights
But the little child boasted to the kite
I will let you for your freedom
The thread that carries you is in my hand
The kite feared, and feared its death
Somewhere in water sources may it fall
Forgiveness it sought to the little one
In fact freedom have certain restrictions
Those we have to follow while we are free.
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