Title of Poem II POETRY OF A DOLL II Part-2

I am a sympathy of time given
 With a silver coloured match box
 A red glow fire inside
 And to fly a wingless kite
 With a zero sense to fight

 Like a bird in air
 I want to move and fly
 With the white wave and blue of sky
 But fear holds me
 Like an innocent child of five years old
 To keep me mum
 And the feelings to keep untold