The Kites Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

There was nothing
for what I would mourn,
those days were excellent-
not like now.
I didn't know,
where I was going....
just ran after the kites;
sometimes I stopped,
and chased even faster than before,
but the kites seemed to be away,
didn't want to stay for the world
of sorrow.
They are free, out of gloom,
just like my childhood days;
today, everything is shapeless;
I'm delighted staying with my earlier remembrance,
those days were really amazing! !
now, I am missing.