Kite                    

 Kite, when takes a quiet flight,         

 For others kite, it's out of sight. 

 With my full might, I pull my kite.

 Cut other's kites and make them light. 

 Earlier, I wished that I could fly,

 Then, I learned to make others fly.

 Bought the kites, and tried so hard.

 But it could not fly, just so high.

 For some years now in my home, it lie. 

 It was waiting for it to aloft and talk to the winds, 

 

 Stretching its forearms and its limbs. 

 

 It had not had to wait for long, I asked my friends,

  

 To make it fly and teach me how to do the same.

 I learned it, I did it and made it fly so high, 

 Soon, my kites had not to lie, said ' yes!! ' to me to soar high in the sky. 

 Oops!! I just left my hand and the kite got to cry, 

 

 Got so red and got to fry. 

 

 It went so long, to its maximum limit. 

 

 I tried to bring it down to me, but it was too late, 

 And I was left to my fate, 

 I had to finally say it bye-bye, 

 It left me with nothing except Oh-My-My!!

                

~Kushagra Tayal