My beloved poet
Wanted to write
A glorious poetry
In his long life,
Throughout his life
He tried his best
To depict it,
But he did not succeed,
Being frustrated,
He asked himself many times
The reason of it,
But in vain,
He never got the answer,
One day my dearest poet became very ill,
He was in his deathbed,
Suddenly he found
The great truth of life
In his grievous soul,
Immediately he succeeded
To write a glorious poetry,
It was unbelievable to him.
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