Kite

Getting swayed by fullness of days,
woken up by emptiness of nights,

Wrung up in fights,about wrong and rights,
loaded with opinions vociferous - black'n'white,

Chasing dreams ephemeral,lost in delights,
I too fly my kite -

High in ocean of skies,kite cries
to be free of my pulls,one with winds might.
(Happy Basant Panchmi)