Riff On Gajanan Mishra's The Poet In Decline Poem by David McLansky
Riff On Gajanan Mishra's The Poet In Decline
I am dying every minute
My soul is slipping away
I cannot stop life’s progression
I cannot halt my own decay;
My poetry lays in cartons
Stacked in boxes in my room
My history of failed loving
Dusty echoes in my doom;
My muscles grow more rigid
Self conscious of the pain
I fear the loss of movement
Yet how I’ve moved in vain
Wow..wonderful write..Pains well read..Short and Sweet poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:54:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
fear the loss of movement, good write, thanks.