Old Man's Kite

Look up!! Catch the sight!!

There, A Man flies a kite.

Gone past his middle age,

At the open terrace edge.

That's a father of a teen.

Skeptical of unseen.

He rolls the bridle wheel,

Of his own wish 'n will.

And stares at his kite,

Tries to control its flight.

Not wind in his favour

Nor the boy in the neighbour

Cause the man to frown,

As the kite goes down!

He pulls the string hard,

It feels he’s a nerd!!

With an effort in despair

The kite catches air.

Brings chuckle in his face

Has he won the silly race?

Thinks the man with a sigh!!

Will the kite fly high?

And the kite wants to fly

In the vast blue sky.

With the breeze it talks

And whistles as it rocks.

It floats, laughs and dances

No worries, no grievances,

They remain below down

In the man's old 'n narrow town!!