The Lost Kite Poem by Danish Sarfraz

The wandering kite infact Your
No have roof no any floor

Vanishing being I am day by day
Stigma to become man destroys clay

The tears of two streams unexpected now
Want everybody me to have just bow

Unhappy moments are the longest one
Compelling breaths making me run

Water proves to be thickest blood
The cruelest blood bringing offensive flood

Dreadful bipeds inviting me
zealous timidity provokes to flee

Justice from Him I deem to deserve
It's the one all fully preserve
(Danish Sarfraz)