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