Never Seems Too Long Poem by V P Mahur

Exactly four hundred years ago
From the year of my birth, Bro!
Appeared in the world a light
With a unique heavenly glow

How long but smoothly his words
Travelling with a brimming flow
That even the four centuries' time
Never seems too long and slow

His every rhyme and every play
Finds into every heart a way
Bearing a stamp of his true soul
To master every moment and day

I always wish for a minute trace
Of his glare not more but less
May enter into my barren soul
To make my feels fertile'n fresh

With this useless rhyme, I beg pardon
With its all futility and boredom
I humbly pay my richest tributes
Though sound nothing before his attributes