Kite

Colourful kite tied with a string

Flies in the sky on its wing,

It chases the air and moves on its way

It becomes restless and can't stay,

It needs a bright and airy weather

To fly high without feather,

It takes the rival kite in its stride

Then cut its neck and feel the pride,

More and more it reaches towards the sun

It gives pleasure and adds the fun,

It is to fly for many reasons

A child's play, festivals and for competitions,

For people of all ages and of all sorts

It is day by day becoming a favorite sport.