He looked at the kites, far up in the sky
Kites of all hues and shapes were on show
After all, it was the kite season of Western India!
People everywhere in open spaces, rooftops, gulleys
Adults and children alike, revelling in the fun, excitement
For there is nothing like flying a lovely kite
As they soar up in the sky, almost as if
It is the flyer, who is on top of the world!
He recalled his own time of flying
Of flying kites with their unique tail and body type
Then, as a child he believed he would always soar high
Up above, like the colourful joyful kites
That was prior, till childhood gave way
to youthhood and middle age
and now, soaring was a distant dream!
A dream that had turned sour with
Too many people telling him what’s not possible
Advising to quit day- dreaming and come back to earth!
And he felt like a broken kite, weak and defeated
Ah, if only he could go back to those days
Full of confidence, zeal and drive with belief
That anything was possible; that soaring high was natural
If the kites could do it, you could too!
NB: This poem was composed for participating in the monthly contest of Million Muse Facebook Group. I received a certificate for the effort.
