Kite
Kite
1 min
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Colourful kite tied with a string
Flies in the sky on its wing,
It chases the air and moves on its way
It becomes restless and can't stay,
It needs a bright and airy weather
To fly high without feather,
It takes the rival kite in its stride
Then cut its neck and feel the pride,
More and more it reaches towards the sun
It gives pleasure and adds the fun,
It is to fly for many reasons
A child's play, festivals and for competitions,
For people of all ages and of all sorts
It is day by day becoming a favorite sport.