Kites
Kites fly high; trees grow tall
Crackers go up ; vapours reach clouds.
Signs of progress; directions to function
Indicating vigour ; actions of dedication.
Kites a cognate of Chinese first
Kites a pastime & sport for rest
Kites –kings of sky with a crest
Kites- dash against winds just.
Kites conquer sky like a kajal to eye
Kites make a crop of paper flowers in the sky
Kites embark on a journey with winds, clouds &dust.
Flying freely with a wish to touch the sky
Without fright marching forward
Varied in shapes &sizes
Kites take the flow of the wind.
Kites get torn, kites get turned
Kites get rolled up with the other,
Flying line the only saviour.
Kites diverge; but within domain
Kites lost; but surely revived.
Dare to wear an adventurous cap
Spare not a chance to stand a top
Fly like kites; Kites are prissy &pop.
Copyright © Anuradha Sowmyanarayanan | Year Posted 2018
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