I tell the kite..
Go Soar..soar very high
Don't look down at us earthlings
Aim for the distant sky
The kite tells me..
Maa, Do tell me stories of earth as well
My bridge to the top is made of thread
If snapped..how'll I love the lap I float down to?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem