Dreams

I am so vibrant that I rule the sky;
The thread in your hand makes me fly.

Young and grown are equally influenced;
The thought of mine flies you unfenced.

The more I fly, the more you enjoy;
My flight has a view to die.

Take me as far as your thinking takes;
Brake is something I really hate.

Rich or poor, there is no discrimination;
I am as colourful as your imagination.

Flying kites surely has a season;
Just being me can excite you without any reason.

Kite and birds are my close cousin;
Flying even after sun is my ensign.

My presence makes the life alive;
Dreams serve you more than survive.

Live your dreams and never let them go;
Else life will be a barren field frozen with snow.

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