Nailed to the sky

I am a kite
An apostle’s rhyme

With a hasty shine
I feel it like wine

Hearing the oceans whine
Still maintaining the hymn

If everything is going humble
I feel life is ready to grumble

Sometimes I am broken down
I never forget to carry that crown

I face those who frown
I learnt when they made me drown

I hold the breath 
On the stage made of wreck

Wearing a fires wreath
To roll out all the fret

I stumble and fumble
To myself I mumble

I fought and I will fight
To make everything right

So they always wonder
About my thunder…

~Harnoor Bhullar

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