Give me the thread, thin and long, <br />I want to play with the kites, fun and strong, <br />Kites of hope can fly a few furlongs, <br />Touching the victorious clouds along, <br />The branches of confused tree may prolong, <br />The determined kites will travel through all oblong, <br />crossing the obstacles may make it weak, <br />The drops of rain may soak it, the beating wind, <br />May tear it, but will of it still in it, <br />The kites are flying, trusting the hands, <br />Those hold the thread and just guide them to swing. <br />Up in the sky, nearer to the blissful sunshine, <br />Every night evades the dark to be in radiance. <br />Every hope evades all despair to be the champion.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-648/
