A Poet Has No Age Poem by ritty patnaik

if you ask me
the age of a poet,
i would answer,
the poet has no age,
as he belongs to all times.

then what would you say
to the age ofblue sky?
or whose eyes are the blue dreams
of the sea.
in whose heart the fragrance
of flowers reign?
in whose mind the
lotus flowers?
in whose thoughts,
the rainbow dreams.
difficult to answer
these questions.

yet,
when the poet becomes old
decrepitude sets in,
that is the worst day of the poet,
his creations remain stand still.
his dreams are shattered
the death rites
are done that day,
but, his poetry lives on
for ages,
so the poet lives on
in his creation,
he has a edge over age!