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Every year comes this festival of kites For which children never hesitate from fight Some are blue sea and some are yellow bright Soring up and up, attaining great heights The sky looks as if is a rainbow Kites look nice while dancing in a row Everybody is just staring at the sky To know, whether one cuts or still flies From morning till evening all are busy It doesn’t matter if weather is hot or a little chilly A kite rises, not with wind But always against it Inspiring to carry efforts, never give up and sit In the evening, everyone feels sad after being cheered And then the wait starts for the next year Ankita Sharma, |
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