14th January, Makar sakranti

We celebrate 14th January as a festival of Kites. The sky is full of kites on the day, generating a Kaleidoscope of colors. The nip in the air, the Sun, clouds and kites create a magical atmosphere.

My childhood hangs on the terrace somewhere,
Little steps that move up and down the stairs;
Or bruised hands,rolling a piece of thread,
Innocence looks up above in the vast sphere;

Somewhere in the sky a little cloud smiles,
At a celebration that a falling kite invites;
A waft of wind playing with unkempt hair,
A battle in the air that a little elbow fights

Kites move high up in the sky,
Thin strands of thread let aspirations fly;
Her majesty stands on a small piece of roof,
While gleeful birds soar high, to sing songs of joy.

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

The imagery and the scene of 14th January described in this piece is simply amazing, very beautifully versed.
I felt nostalgic after reading this, it reminded me of my childhood :)