The Kites Fly High
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The kites fly high
Touch the clouds and the sky
The wind takes it up and up
When the day is sunny and dry
The kites fly high
Move up and down and rotate
As blades of a fan and dives low
Then go up with winds smooth flow
The kites fall free
In the air like broken wings
Charting their courses heads down
Holding onto pieces of snapped strings
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