Drawing no one's attention
lying there a scrap paper
if a kite is made using the paper
soaring high in the sky
it attracts the gaze of everyone
down may be any one due to poverty
unfair to look them down
based on their social status
favored by lady luck
same may soar to new heights
at times even forcing us to seek
favors from those belittled by us
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