The Kite

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…