I never suspected your efficiency

I won’t say you are untrained

Neither have you done partiality

Nor that you want me to fall

I am not a bird bought or got

To fly in your pointed direction

I am a kite who flies with the wind

You tried to fly me towards land

If I fall I can be picked and flied

But I wanted to fly over the ocean

Falling will make me unite with ocean

You are blowing air with mouth and fans

I am taken away by storms and cyclones

Trying to fly across ocean will be suicide

I won’t ask you to fly me in that direction

But I am done with this game of flying

Like insects I want to kiss candle flames