Up on the terrace, they readied for a fight,
A toss, a few pulls, up went the kites
With greedy eyes, they followed her flight,
Kept that pretty one, in sight,
Suddenly the strings, entwined, just right,
A pull with might, a shout of delight
Then those urchins set off,through the narrow lanes, a sight,
To reap their yearly harvest of kites.
--shubha
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