What if a man’s might
Beats destiny’s delight?
Like the aerolite,
In a cold dreary night,
Gives the brightest fight,
For the sake of light,
O the never ending aerolite!
Always too bright,
Defeating fate’s sight,
Escaping its play site,
Where nothing holds tight,
And all fateless in their own right,
Paying a blissful rite,
To the destiny gone quiet,
Yes! There are some kites,
Which reach such heights,
Not to fall for earthly delights.
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