A GREAT MAN DIED
A great man died
And thousands said good-bye
And I was one of them-
When I die
Only a few will say good-bye-
So long as a few who really care
will able to go on with their lives
without me
I don't mind-
Even those who are not great
Must die
And said be goodbye to,
And I one of them-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poet, you are correct. But you are already great as a poet. The greatness of a poet transit generations. Many will continue to say good bye as long as they read your poems. So you are a great man. Read my poem: INK IS MY BLOOD and see how great poets are