A wind bird chirps on a Raintree by the kite shop

Poor children with their holey pockets
Just come and see only never buy a kite,
And the heavy rains fall.
Kites prefer to rest in the shop
Their entire life as they are scared of the fanatical war planes
Fly in the hopeless sky.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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