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Kites

Kites fly high; trees grow tall Crackers go up ; vapours reach clouds. Signs of progress; directions to function Indicating vigour ; actions of dedication. Kites a cognate of Chinese first Kites a pastime & sport for rest Kites –kings of sky with a crest Kites- dash against winds just. Kites conquer sky like a kajal to eye Kites make a crop of paper flowers in the sky Kites embark on a journey with winds, clouds &dust. Flying freely with a wish to touch the sky Without fright marching forward Varied in shapes &sizes Kites take the flow of the wind. Kites get torn, kites get turned Kites get rolled up with the other, Flying line the only saviour. Kites diverge; but within domain Kites lost; but surely revived. Dare to wear an adventurous cap Spare not a chance to stand a top Fly like kites; Kites are prissy &pop.

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