Wings of a Kite
Every day, I went to school
And
he never went to school,
Just stayed
All day at home
But he was a master
In tying the corners of a kite
And on paper
Creating images
I was fascinated
By his pictures
And
To tie the
Corners of a kite,
I had to do it
His precision
And without tying the corners,
It was impossible to fly a kite
Because the correct proportion of corners
Must be bound
For any kite
To soar in the right sky.
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