HAPPY UTTARAYAN
Fly, and reach the sky; soar kite, please do soar.
Soar like a bird; 'cause over others, you have to score.
My dreams and aspirations, I attach with you;
That's why, soar you must high; for my sake, please do.
You, o beloved kite of mine, are not just a toy;
You are an emblem of all my hopes, wishes n joy;
When up you reach, tell God His help we desperately seek.
This world in pain n trouble is; to it heal, accept my request meek.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
