Kite Flying poems
| 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. Idol of black eyes Please don’t get on, So, deem my endeavors, Who is looking out for achieve up. |
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I think you talks about you're beloved
My kite is black