Flown is the kite in air
Looks in azure sky, fair
It has more than one tail
In the blue space doth sail!
The boy holds the thread tight
Adding color to the sky bright
Until it gets trapped in tree
Kite does not sink, it's free.
Look yonder the cloud dark
Kite penetrating doth embark
For a moment see its hides
Kite designed then soars and glides.
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Beautifully penned delightful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.