A Kite Story

That was the time of dusk
when you walked upon the round stairs
it was on the roof of house beloved
for the sake of flying kites in pairs

with legs crossed we sat
showing the craftsman’s dexterity
you started creasing the paper
every move of yours essayed its own subtlety

As you finished the kite
and adhered it with the string
with a wish of the bond for eternity
calling upon me for the kites first swing

You walked near the handrails
giving the string in my hands
the wind took the kite to course
it flied high and made us friends

For i remember how it spiraled
and you screamed with happiness
as it went into the skies and clouds
you looked in my eyes misting blitheness

Memories of the evening still fresh
twenty years later i recalled the moment
tried to reenact it on my own
for i remember that time as god sent

I walked to my roof barefoot
the sky looked mirky readying to rain
i made the kite the same way you did
and went near the handrails to throw in vain

But i never left trying until a rough wind came
it took my kite way out in the sky into oblivion
remembering your little face i pulled it down
and the rain hit taking my kite shuddering into ground

I ran down the stairs into the open field
for there perched my beloved piece of kite
as i looked upon it standing soaked in rain
a feeling ran through me of immense delight.