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?