ST(R)ING

gliding through the winds
I started my journey

rose above the trees
and looked down at the green grass

elated the spirits by the height
Hopes rose high

within myself I met a stranger
transforming from a dreamer to doer..

But when I look back
I am tied with a string

Just like a bloody KITE!
Oh.. how fragile is my future

Dedicated to the medicos whose future is revolving around the court order