A Kite’s Tale

The soaring wind blew away my kite,

Bisecting the air and enjoying the height,

The pulsating thread inhaled the sunlight,

The kite climbed with the birds, it was relishing the flight.


Its stature was upright, its attitude polite,

Its elevation excited the eyes, its movements were a delight.

Its streamlined body collided with a rival so plastic,

The sharper thread wounded my kite with a piercing flick.

– Muzaffar Ahmed & Chewbacca


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