The pen waits
paper cries
They don't want
to say goodbye.
paper cries
They don't want
to say goodbye.
The words wait
and emotions cry
They don't want
to say goodbye.
and emotions cry
They don't want
to say goodbye.
The thoughts shout
but mind denies.
The senses hides
consciousness waves bye.
but mind denies.
The senses hides
consciousness waves bye.
The wisdom shouts
enlightenment cries.
They don't want
to say goodbye.
enlightenment cries.
They don't want
to say goodbye.
The soul shivers
The heart gives a cry
to live again
it gives a futile try.
The heart gives a cry
to live again
it gives a futile try.
Opened eyes
looking in the void.
Thudding heart
faded in the noise.
looking in the void.
Thudding heart
faded in the noise.
The pen waited
the paper cried
They didn't want
but the poet did die.
the paper cried
They didn't want
but the poet did die.
Poets never die san
ReplyDeleteTheir work make them immortal
Soon u r going to turn immortal too
well what you said is true, but for his belongings he will never come back! :)
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