The shy voice couldn't declare her love
The loud voice couldn't accept it -'Not my type!'
And today she wrote it on the kite
Hash tagging his name.
And today he was grinning at the words,
That were soaring high up there.
- feared to be revealed till date.
Kites ! isn't merely a fight of soaring high
Rather is playing with the thinnest thread
For tying longer smiles on the face,
That win the kite drooping down .
And you win the smiles for the whole day shinning on their faces.
Beautiful !! πππ
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