My Sister And I. Poem by gnrao rao

Kite, I made one day,
Took it to the
Ground nearby,
Flew flew the kite,
Very far and far,
Happy happy was I.
Diving, diving
It came back.
Settled on the branch
Of the tree.
It refused to move
here and there.
Called my sister,
Asked he to bring
A long stick,
Still it didn't
come back to me.
A friend of mine,
Climbed the tree,
From the branch,
Carefully, he
brought the kite
Down.
My friend, My sister
And I in turn
Flew the kite,
Our happiness.
knew no bounds.