Dance of the kite

In a city teeming with millions

One kite flies

Soaring through the smog

Dancing to its own song

Sitting at my window

I watch the dance of the wind and the kite

At a distance, I see a boy

Who sits on the tank

Gently orchestrating the dance

I am caught up in the play

Between invisible string and vibrant kite

I watch till the kite vanishes

Into the sky

Household chores beckon

I finish and rush to see the dance

There is no more kite

And no more boy