When egos soar like kite

A queen am I of all the sky, Come, let me take you on a flight, A kite told thread, I’ll help you fly, Quietly smiled thread in delight, And saw, kite’s pride had reached rare height. And thought of showing her, her place, You kite, forget not in hurry, Force me not force ye down from space, If ye fly, thanks are due to me, It’s me that ye be where ye be. A man was watching with a smile: Alone, we all are incomplete, This world is no isolate isle, We all put in our best a bit, Kite, thread, wind, and I make one kit. ___________________________________ Quintain (on a kite-flying day) |17.01.2024| pride Poet’s note: When one’s success is never exclusively one’s own. Many things combine to bring in the desired result.