Hall Of Fame Poem by Satheesan Rangorath

Many thoughts are sleeping in the pages.
The creator is hiding somewhere.
Alphabets mediate in the annals of time,
storing the wisdom in a group of letters.

Many of their faces appear on the dust covers,
remains In the silence of their knowledge.
Often they fed us with delicacies of their choice.
They are the real men of letters who foresaw and...
predicted the roadmap of the new world order.

They conquered the reader’s heart with their versatility.
Words flowed out of their pen in poems,
Plays, novels, and in all forms of name and forms,
created magic out of their wonderful quills.

Virgil, Homer, Shakespeare, Byron, vyasa,
Vaatmeeki, Kaalidasa, Shelly, and Keats,
all placed their signatures in the minds of people.
As we stroll in the Hall of fame we can hear them,
murmur each other, trying to convey something.

Unmindful we walk away brusquely like city urchins.
How tiny puny we look standing before their magnanimity.
Awestruck we look at them closely for one more vision,
then we return to the face book pages again,
Voraciously reading the recipe for the day!