Flying Kites – Kushal Sapkota
July 25, 2010 § Leave a comment
Sun is warm in yellow bright,
Sky beyond is full of kites.
We climbed our old-terrace,
To swing further in His grace.
Under concrete broken Ping-Pong board,
Young girls collect pepal bud.
Other sprint down the shadowed alley,
Haunting kites in empty belly.
Dusk brings us at Medieval courtyard,
Webby poles in ‘black-out’ backyard.
Where no one cries and no one fights,
And no one falls, but only infamous kites.