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A Kite in the Storm
Kamal Khemka 2017A1PS0691P
How strong are the winds
How can I fly
I will get myself bind
They behave as sly
No, I must not fright
In this dark thunder
And to the horrid sight
I must not surrender
In my mind, which I have to fill
Whether it is good or bad
They are not here to kill
But to provide me an aid
There is no sense in fearing
For the winds coming to guide
They are shouting and cheering
From my side
However strong are the winds
I must survive
Where shall I go, I will find
What else will happen, till I die
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