After hundreds
of years
from now on
when you are alone
and lonely
a poem read out to you
by some one
to refresh your sad mind
you wonder and ask
who is this man?
the first child of you when born
and you are in ecstasy
to celebrate the moment
you go to your shelve
open a book
in total surprise
you ask
whose is this poem?
when man is on mars
and you take a book
in your luggage
by chance
it slips
into the hands of aliens
after reading
few pages
they bewildered and ask
what a man he was! !
Every poet wants to leave his words behind for generations to read. And when I am no longer I want to be proud of my words I have left behind. nice reading
It is the ambition and goal of every poet to leave such a name and fame. Nicely written. I enjoyed reading. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poem of rennovation it goes hand to hand through the mud and sand there will always a? what a man he was! !