Seasons swaying on, and next,
Comes playing sun's mere rest,
With the boys before their longest vacation,
With the kites in hands, ecstatic combination
Kites of every hue, of nature's theater,
Kites sight the grandeur,unveiled, never the rider,
Flies over skies, with the loops ,save nasty lever,
Dies down a sun, cries the boy "Kites, here!"
Some reach the hands back safe, Treetops capture the rest,
Days devoid leeway, time's for school,
Days take some unto smiles, but kites, Alas!
At a height I witness, all nature's hues,
The kites on trees suspend,
And never they reach again the open air,
leave teardrops everywhere,
Alone ,the kites, farewell.
11 - E
Dharmaraja College, Kandy.