Making, flying and chasing paper kites
Bare foot
Running across the crowded streets
They seem to soar just like the kites
Kite runners look happy
Across continents their joy is same
For the moment
They are free just like their kites
Riding on the lightness of the moment
They behold pure joy
The joy that eludes
The boy across the street
Sitting in the car
Staring through the glass window
He is a prisoner of luxuries
While poverty has set others free
They run like wind
Through narrow lanes
They hop across building roof tops
While the other stays glued
To the smart phone screen
Sun kissed
Blessed by the evening breeze
Our kite runners seize the moment!
Ah! the bare foot joy
That eludes the little boy!
Mad Decadence 