Flying Kites – Kushal Sapkota

July 25, 2010 § Leave a comment

Sun is warm in yellow bright,

Sky beyond is full of kites.

We climbed our old-terrace,

To swing further in His grace.

Under concrete broken Ping-Pong board,

Young girls collect pepal bud.

Other sprint down the shadowed alley,

Haunting kites in empty belly.

Dusk brings us at Medieval courtyard,

Webby poles in ‘black-out’ backyard.

Where no one cries and no one fights,

And no one falls, but only infamous kites.

Running Red - Ross Odom


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