The ten year old girl stood at the balcony
And longingly gazed at the azure blue sky
Filled with vibrant specks of colours -
The gorgeous kites that were flying high
Little Mithu wished to hold the string
Of a kite and soar higher than fairies realm
Reach her village at her whim
Her ten year old heart was forever aching
To meet her poor old mother and four sisters
Toiling in the fields of her native village
With feet full of blisters
Her mother had believed a distant relative
From their village native
Who promised to take care of Mithu’s studies
Mother send little Mithu to town
Along with the family of the relative
Mithu had dreamt of getting a chance to study
Satisfy her thirst for knowledge
With this lucky opportunity
Little did she know?
What awaited her was sheer cruelty
She had to sweat, toil night and day
Mopping, scrubbing, cooking for the brood
With no respite, no immunity from torture
From those inhuman prudes
Her dreams mocked upon
Her mind numbed into torpor
She realized for poor girls like her
Light of education never shone
No matter how much her little heart moaned
Mithu felt like a broken kite forlorn
That kept waiting for that elusive wind
that would propel the kite to fly away
She knew that she could never fly away
to the quaint little village that she called home
She knew like broken kites
She would be plopped on the ground
With no kindred soul around

Suddenly Mithu was jolted out of her reverie
With a resounding whack eerie
Her pain struck eyes stung of salty tear
Her ears burnt from the volley of expletives near
Her whole body ached with beating consecutive
She was kicked like an animal repulsive
Her little body contorted in pain
She pleaded for respite in vain
The torrent continued till her senses waned
The morning sun revealed
The shrivelled body of the ten year old innocent soul
Finally her soul could soar like the kites and reach its goal
Her soul's tryst with the blue sky was permanently sealed.