The Kite

Since ages ago the kite exists
To entertain the small and the elder ones

Built in several forms and multi-coloured
It shares happiness to the kite flier

A good  pastime  for children and adults
Kite flying  procures immense pleasure

Behold! how joyful is that lad
With the string in his hands 

Fighting against the winds it soars high in the sky
Piercing the clouds it travels at high speed.

Fly, fly my beautiful kite
It is a real feast for the eyes

 Carry me far away from this madding crowd
Where I can find a new home

Filled with peace of mind and serenity
A world devoid of worries and stress

But  it has restricted freedom
Just like a kite with broken strings

Sometimes our life is unstable
Not knowing which direction to take

Flying in the north, south , east and west 
Driven away  and controlled by the winds

Will it be able to survive?
Will it meet the sky again after the fall?

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