Agatha Eliza

Human! - Poem by Agatha Eliza

There's no such thing
as stroke of genius
on an empty piece of paper,
a poet named after
his life!

but I was there when
he cried
I listened; all the words,
the tears, the thoughts

the sparkle of his mind
is blinding,
and his smile's so angelic

those soft lips called my vain
my 'love', my ' life', my 'death'
my 'pain'!

love turned him into poet!
eagerly, he chanted
the poem of his heart,
in love, in grief..
he tasted the essence of it!
the solitude-
there's no other certainty
or possibility
of reacing his destiny..
because, his poetry is here
and I'm already gone!
stop telling me that I'm the one
I'm dead and you're..human!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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