High up in the air,

O’er and O’er the mountain layer.

Chasing the wind, with all my might,

Defeating the clouds that comes in my sight !

Laughing at the curious birds,

Hiding and seeking with the winds.

making the skyscrapers jealous,

Flouting like music melodious.

I have my own way,

to reach the milky way.

I wish I could go behind his control,

But alas! The string makes me bound to his control .

Time go by ,

Wind gone away .

The string cut fall,

Lies in the branch of a tree ,

There I lie torn and unwanted .

The Fate Of a KITE ……..