Poems about America: My kite of black-eyed

Poems about America

My kite of black-eyed

Probably not here,

Who not get about lohri,

Festival of punjab in india.

Known as kites fair,

A custom of all kites who,

Dives into the ocean of sky,

Sky was full of kites,

My kite was fluttering,

Verified with black-eyed.

Whose string is out of my hands,

However, I am hunger for this kite,

My eyes hold on its appearance.

Who floating on the road of sky,

I crossing many miles,

Behind this kite.

Converse about is here,

My pen write out identity,

Of this black-eyed white kite.

Please don’t get on,

So, deem my endeavors,

Who is looking out for achieve up.

Poems about America

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