I am so vibrant that I rule the sky; The thread in your hand makes me fly. Young and grown are equally influenced; The thought of mine flies you unfenced. The more I fly, the more you enjoy; My flight has a view to die. Take me as far as your thinking takes; Brake is something I really hate. Rich or poor, there is no discrimination; I am as colourful as your imagination. Flying kites surely has a season; Just being me can excite you without any reason. Kite and birds are my close cousin; Flying even after sun is my ensign. My presence makes the life alive; Dreams serve you more than survive. Live your dreams and never let them go; Else life will be a barren field frozen with snow.