Kite Dreams over Kabul
Today my pencil lifted into Kabul’s sky.
I sketched kites—red, blue, yellow—
racing above the city like cheerful warriors.
Then I learned something fun:
long ago, people here used to have kite battles!
Strings were coated with glass powder,
so one kite could slice another mid-air.
I grinned—imagine a sky full of dueling dragons.
Down below, I drew snow-capped mountains,
their silence watching all the fun.
For a moment, I felt the wind tug my page,
as if Kabul itself wanted my kite to win.
✨ Every page is a journey—where’s yours today?
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