If
He
Degenerated
Like
Roots
Of
Shrubs
Amidst
No
Sin
And
Guilt
Call
Him
A
Saint
If
When
In
His
Prime
He
Wined
And
Dined
With
Men
Of
Valour
Call
Him
A
Hero
If
He
Ever
Spoke
And
Sat
With
Sages
And
Poets
And
Etchers
Call
Him
A
Polyhistor
I love your style......... It makes me rub my chin and consider things..... and your ending is profound and a wise choice of wording..... Glad you asked me to read and comment........ I feel you are a polyhistor........ Respectfully: Jim Troy
Great job......... makes me rub my chin and consider........ I love your style and choice of words............. I think you are a polyhistor........ Thanks for asking me to read and comment............. Respectfully: ........... Jim Troy
nice, nice...liked the style...true freedom poetically. Beautiful poem
Nu stile, unique. the beauty bout poetry is being able to create ur stile. freedom of inner Xpression.
well done... if... we listened to our hearts we could hear other people! very good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
l love the way u do it in ur own way, the massage is really clear. keep it up