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One nice poem on this festival…

How bright on the blue

Is a kite when it’s new! 

With a dive and a dip

It snaps its tail

Then soars like a ship

With only a sail

As over tides

Of wind it rides, 

Climbs to the crest

Of a gust and pulls, 

Then seems to rest

As wind falls. 

When string goes slack

You wind it back

And run until

A new breeze blows

And its wings fill

And up it goes! 

How bright on the blue

Is a kite when it’s new! 

But a raggeder thing

You never will see

When it flaps on a string

In the top of a tree. 


~Harry Behn 

#Happy _Uttarayan

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