I Soared High Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It was a beautiful morning,
Everything was in full swing,
I soared high
With great joy and pleasure,
My beloved friend called me repeatedly,
But I could not listen,
As I was fully engrossed in my work,
Being impatient,
He came and knocked me,
Soon I fell on the earth,
He asked me,
"What has happened to you? "
I just smiled and said,
"You have destroyed my great flight, "
He could not understand the meaning.