My Kite Poem by Raj Reader

My Kite

Rating: 5.0


The sky is made with iron or brass.
For a flying bird it seems harsh.
I fly my kite in the land
As if it does not get
Caught by the Heaven.
My kite line seems
Long and weak;
Inside
Strong.

My Kite
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nonet
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 28 December 2017

Raj, such an interesting poem...10+++

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