Flying Kites
Ah, those were days of fun
Behind a falling kite we would run
Exhilaration when we got hold
As if it was a pot of precious gold
Flying colourful kites high in air
We felt proud of our flair
Aim was to cut other players kite
It was such a fun filled fight
At times kite would get struck in tree
Trying to get it down, so much glee
When in poverty, we could not buy
To make our own, we would try
Now I hardly see kites in sky
Kids don't know how to fly
Hooked on to electronic games
It is boring they all exclaim
Our old fun games are all vanishing
Electronic games, I feel like banishing
Joyous memories outdoor games hold
Bestow happiness everytime they're retold
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