Kites

The memory of a man who want his childhood love back!

Dedicated to Babita Maya Thapa (Kanchi)*, a girl of my neighborhood

The memories of my childhood

Happiest day of my life

I see a little girl in my neighborhood

playing marble around a pile

she didn’t care if I’d be her friend

celebrating joy in her life

I don’t know if it makes a sense

But she makes me feel alive!

 

My day start from a light

and it ends with you

“Why don’t you fly this kite” saying,

You want to fly it too

 

 

I remember the slope,

where we used to run

and there was an ally

in the Galda river bend

Her hands on my hands

and the things we used to do

A man falls in love is not that bad

rather better than a boo

These journeys and these fights

you never meant it too

“The Sky is made for Kites”

A little girl's point of view

 

 

The way back to home

I did steal the moment to see you

and she thinks birds fly in the sky

looks like million paper kites fly in view

In the company of my little girl

Sometimes I wonder under the moon

why sometimes in the joy,

you did act me like a fool?

 

The cold up all night

But it never froze you

and when I gave you my kite

You tell me you love it too

 

 

Now, where go my little girl?

Where I left my childhood home?

The Galda Village of my memory

and the mango tree of my neighborhood

Sun is still burning bright

and my heart is calling for you

I remember what I feel when you were with me

Hoping you’re missing me too

 

You did pray for me

And Now I’m praying for you

come again and fly my kite

cause I’m waiting for you...

- sh va

Author's Note

Take your Time and enjoy the poetry...

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Wow. What a wonderful poem.
Nostalgia always haunts us but once when we create something out of it, it gives us happiness and longing to live the times again. This is a perfect poem that makes us all miss our childhood and we yearn to live it again. Truly a wonderful poem.

[Deepak Belbase]

thanks buddy for your insightful review!

[Najam Us Saher]

I am a girl.
You're welcome.

[Deepak Belbase]

oh! sorry! ms.

[Shweta]

Sweet memory shiva... I hope you soon find her.. Interesting read!!

[Deepak Belbase]

thanks for your valuable feedback Ms. shwetz... it's sh va not shiva...

[Sneh]

Amazingly expressed!
"The sky is made for kites",indeed I feel so too.
We rarely meet such souls, and they rarely stay along forever..!
Cheers and Merry Christmas ..🌸

[Deepak Belbase]

Thank you !

[¿]

I really enjoyed!!
The cute rhyming along with the dedicated childhood story and then at last the hidden regret for loosing those golden days.....
It's really amazing dedication😊 Kai Po Che!!!

[Deepak Belbase]

thanks for you valuable feedback... i'm glad you like it

[¿]

Mmm...hmm!!😊

[Mari' Emeraude]

This was just lovely, breezy and mellow which made the title so befitting. I loved the line 'the sky is made for kites." Very nice

[Relic]

Special moments in childhood stay with us a long time. They have an innocence about them that we can go back to in our memories whenever we want.

[Deepak Belbase]

Yeah! You are right they mean a lot to us... Cause sometimes it gives us inspiration to live..

[Zoya]

Such a heartfelt poem. Yeah...childhood memories mean a lot to us; the memories have a special place in our heart, which no one and nothing can replace...how the neighbourhood looked during our childhood days...and then returning after some years, seeing how everything has changed. Remembering the people, the houses, the trees...plunging into the sea of memories of the olden days. Very well written!

[Deepak Belbase]

Thank you!

[Zoya]

No problem

[Nightfeather]

The journey of your childhood is beautifully expressed. I have enjoyed every sentence for the sentences are the reflection of your past. Thank you for sharing your past with the world.

[B]

I love this flight
I love kites so much
i always have one
since i was 11 till now
And the memories that run in this poem
I love summers our family goes to the same place every year and people's faces changed but we remained the same
Lovers came and left
and we remained the same
in flight and rising high

I love your message here
The rise in it all
Gorgeous

[Deepak Belbase]

thanks Nisreenaa for your review on my this poem