Print Edition - 2019-01-23  |  The Collegian

The Kite

- ANIMON RAPACHA

Jan 23, 2019-

The boy stood there,

All alone in the midst,

Gazing upon the sunrise,

Where the cool breeze flipped his curly locks,

Chirping of the bird could be heard,

He had a kite and a dowel in his hand,

The kite seemed to be an old fashioned one,

He lifts the kite slowly,

And gradually,

It started taking heights,

Battle with the breeze made the boy have temptation,

By some time,

The antique piece flew,

High above,

Somewhere in the midst,

Over the horizon.

 

 

Rapacha is an A-level student at British Model College.

Published: 23-01-2019 09:15

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