A little boy
stood on the ground
holding a kite
with great delight.
With a friend
by his side
he managed to
give wings to his kite.
In the first attempt,
the kite rose,
going higher on the rungs
of wind's ladder.
Soon it flew to
great distance
floating above
buildings and houses.
The joyful boy
held his head high
in sync with the kite
overwhelmed with its height.
A little later,
a voice surfaced
and the boy realized
it was addressed to
the owner of the kite.
A voice that dwindled itself
with coughs and sneezes
but a gush of arrogance,
it complained to the boy
how could he fly the kite
without getting territorial rights
A bit perplexed,
He thought of birds,
and their freedom to fly
never got questioned.
the boy kept quiet.
but not for long
and answered with all his might.
If you have boundaries
I am unaware of,
kindly draw it in the sky.
I promise once drawn,
I would take back my kite
and fly it only
within what you called
my territorial rights.
The voice faded,
but left the boy
brooding over freedom,
later in the darkness
of that night.