I often sit and wish that I,
Could be a kite up in the sky.
And ride upon the breeze and go,
Whatever way I chanced to blow.

Then I could look beyond the town,
And see the river winding down.
And follow all the ships that sail,
Like me, before the merry gale.

Until at last with them I came,
To some place with a foreign name.

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shalini, lucknow

22 August 2014 at 2:51am

i had studied this poem in class four and now i m post graduate but i like this poem too much even today like a child of class four only

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Kanav, India

21 March 2011 at 6:00am

your all poems ,rhymes ,songs are to good & full of knowlage

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