Isn’t it a kite
That is every boy’s delight
Isn’t it a kite
That triggers off many fights ?
Is there any kite
That isn’t a lovely sight
Is there any kite
About which no one can something cite?
Isn’t it the kite
That goes to an unimaginable height
Isn’t it the kite
That rests only at night?
Yes, a kite sometimes shows the boy’s might
Whether it is red, purple or white
Every boy indulges in flying it with delight
And never, ever, checks its flight
It soars up in the air
Without restraint of care
It travels over the expanse wide
And fills the owner with boundless pride…