Kite
Beautiful kite,
Wonderful sight,
Up in the sky,
You fly as you like,
Once you are up,
You get little freedom,
You dance with pride,
But Sooner or later,
You come down,
The rule of the day,
That no one stays,
At the top for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice write, Gunadevi. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks