Kites fly high
In the sky,
Kids follow them
With their keen eyes,
Human mistakes happen
When some critical accidents
Follow them anywhere,
Some look for death
By their childish hobby,
Childish hobbies are not
A pretty joke at all,
Life is worthy
To be lived happily
Without any bad incidents
Here or there.
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