Kite flier in the sky of knowledge,
exploring what's behind the known universe,
looking at the old alien sleeping,
like an overdrunk old man.
Yachting in the dry ocean of truth,
Kelly Kurt's kite's,
ultra violet radiations,
retouched the photograph of truth,
that was dusty, still hanging in an ancient bedroom.
I have never felt so honored! The wording of this poem is such that Shakespeare would be jealous. Thank you, my dear friend!
A brilliant expression has been made on an acrostic form about our talented poet Kelly Kurt. I appreciate this poem. Thank u sir.
Akhtar, your nice poem shows your beauty as a poet of note.++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Akhtar, such a fine acrostic.....10+++++