Our kite flies
With friends,
Furr! furr! It sings
And dances into the sky.
Always string tends
Of love,
Says never to paecha(cut-loose the string)
From coming behind.
Fly above into the sky
With friends,
All are good for nothing
Make spring at dusk.
The poem brings to fore the excitement relating to kite flying in the company of friends and peers. Thank you so much.
A lovely poem that brings back memories of childhood. This poem resonates with me. Great imagery.
Wonderful and charming write as the flying kite in your caring hands represents joy and friendship!
Fly above into the sky With friends, the Kite, the joy, thinking of my childhood joys how we played on the White Sands of the Seashore flying kites………. Your Poem led me into a journey full of joy and into my childhood. thank u dear Poet. tony
Fine poet dear poet...... Thanks////)