Kite running days
An ambery summer
Lay on harvested crops.
Our salad days flapped like
Dragonflies.
We piled up pebbles under
Shade of the giant Albizia.
Tween us in loosen plaits
And frocks with un-tied knots.
Shrieks and squeals about the sky.
Where vivid kites float.
We giggle and run over the ridges.
Assumed we were flying.
Shapes and colours
Of Rainbow kites.
Gently drift
In to the gaudy sunlit.
Chirping Lapwings
Carols behind gloomy clouds.
Sunglow dipped in the horizon.
To hug the violet night.