A Thin Kite Runner Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[Our children are like jewels, to be polished by us and presented to the Lord.]-Unknown


Orphan boy who takes his kite
along the road down to the marsh
and the boggy surface almost dangerous!
Don't run further little gem, perhaps your kite
will be in the sky with strong winds
but you may stuck in the fatal mud?
And your loud cry won't hear the stars above
As there's a vast gap in between the sky & earth?