Flying Kites

The season of flying kites

Has once again come alive

Up in the sky, they while

Fighting with each other in style

Up to the terrace you go

For your kite to take a float

You leave it in the air slow

And hold the string flow

The kite flies up in the air

Far in the wide to stay

You keep on accelerating it

For its string not to get bit

Some kites come back to you

Some of them meet its fate due

They fall in unknown land

Alas! You feel sad, gaze and stand!