** The Poet's Soul Poem by RAJ NANDY
** The Poet's Soul
A POET’S SOUL
As the present gradually gets consumed by
the past,
And the future burns in the altar of the
present, -
What ultimately remains are the crystal
dew drops, -
Of our evanescent moments!
And as we slowly drown ourselves, -
Inside the unknown depths of the mirror’s
surface,
Which one day shall forget to reflect our
face!
But the poet’s soul remains oblivious, -
Of our life’s eternal stance!
And at an advanced age, he continues to
write his verse!
And you can also find him in his garden,
Planting young saplings of new plants!
- Raj Nandy
22Mar 09
New Delhi
i liked this poem.....the poet sows the seed, generations, reap the fruits.a good poet lives for all times.raj, the more i read, i like them even better.my best wishes. ritty
So plant more saplings, Rajda....more young minds...nurture them..for the morrows. And the poet is immortal.. Cheers. Subroto
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4/19/2024 8:51:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wisdom in a poem. Thankfully the gift is enduring and will outlive the poet. Beautiful.