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IncholPoem Jan 2019
After  getting    up  
  in  river  bed
a   green   four  squared
paper-kite  was

   constantly   dancing  like  a
                    child   dancer.



Sky's     blue  color
              could  not  gallop
its   color.


It  could not   create
    shadow.


   The  winter   sun   was
    opposite  of  it.


   Slowly    it   get  down
  surface.




Oh.......sit.....

this  is  a  polythen­e  kite
which  was  shinning.




after   its  arrival   from    air
   to   land
the  small   birds   again
  seen    in its     flying   area.




Oh......it  is  clear  that
   the   plastic  thread
can  ****  their   body  or
can  harm  the  wings.

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