| To portray thine demise, must have the terms and the line|
None have I, nor have valor, the worth, that may turbine
The strength thou showed to heal distant prongs each tine
Same thing big people beg, in every mosque in each shrine.
My Kashmir unlucky for to get thee blessings so much little
All beg thou . . .
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|The Kite Play|
| It was nice to Examine over my head |
A horror change in weather in weird
And colour of sky from blue to red
When the clouds on my head spread
Into blood like fire ball way ahead
Time to fly the kites along a long thread
Sures which, will go into deep the sky head
As the breeze also . . .
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