Kites

I bought myself a kite to fly

I tossed it up and ran around

I tried to pull it through the sky

But found it just dragged on the ground

It landed in the mud

It was distorted, it was done

And thus concludes the tragic tale

Of the kite I numbered one

My second kite was different

It caught a mighty storm

I flew it well, then let it go

And in the end I failed

It joined released balloons and leaves

Whatever else is there

In the end

In the out of picture air

I still had hope and so I bought

My finally beautiful kite

I told myself that I would soon

Unleash it to the world

The kite’s debut date got pushed back

And further back until

It found a final resting place

Untested in its skill

I bought myself three kites to fly

The first two met ill fates

The third one has a dusty shelf

Where it is kept very safe!

- Nirmohi