Colors Of Independence: An Ode To A Kite Poem by Karen Jane

Soaring and flying high up in the azure sky;
Big or small, irrespective of size I fly;
Full of passion and zest;
Whether it is dawn or dusk;
To reach my ultimate destination.

No caste, no creed;
No lust, no greed;
And devoid of any breed;
In varied colors we weave;
Spectrum of Unity and Independence.

Colliding, or sometimes severed;
From sprigs, chimneys, or poles;
From various errands I fly;
To touch the point of zenith.

If the aim of life is,
Struggle from strife,
Why be fatigued and vanquished;
From failures in Life.

Life, for me, is Source of Light,
Where I fathom the unknown,
And it makes me feisty, to learn;
To garner the spirit of courage,
From vicissitudes in one's Life.