The sun climbs high, the day shining bright,
Vibrant kites set ready, ready for flight.
The sky wears a smile, a warm shade of blue,
With captivating colours, a festive hue.
Waking early with elation in the air,
Competitions and fun, everyone’s aware.
Laughter and shouts in all of the streets,
As close friends and families reunite to greet.
Kites of all shapes, big and small,
Dance in the breeze, answering the call.
With long tails and tints so zesty,
Kites soar and twist beyond the stars never so freely.
Some are painted with patterns, rich and bold,
They are as sweet as a little golden marigold.
Food stalls abound with sweet savoury treats,
Jalebis and chikkis, such delightful eats.
The end of winter the start of harvest,
As the sun moves north, we shall feel quite blessed.
With kites soaring high, and jubilance that roars,
Uttarayan has a magic, which everyone adores.
January, 2025
