Fly high,
Don’t be shy
You’re born to reign
In the sky.

Strong wind
Comes again
Feel the force,
Up, open.

I’ll catch you
Falling kite,
We all run,
With all might.

Kite, kite
Am coming right,
City roads
Fade off sight.

Heavy crash
Pull of blood;
Oh it hurts,
Hurts so much!

Am going far,
Dear kite-
Tell my mom,
I’ll be all right

Photo Credits: Reetam Banerjee

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