Clearer skies, cooler breeze, when it’is time for winter to decline,

Out comes the sun shining fine.

A time for joy and merry making,

With the grand festival of kite flying .

 Old or young matters not,

 From dawn to dusk their kites knot

A delicious feast and prize would follow

For the kite which would fly till tomorrow

A time for rejoicing, name it pongal, maghi,

It’s a day to celebrate the Sun’s divinity.

Bringing together people from far and wide,

Its Uttarayan, called Sankranti worldwide..