Momentary glory of morning dew was lost
With the first ray of the morning Sun
Day long splendor and beauty of the flower vanished
With the sinking last ray of the evening Sun
Human beings enjoying their number in the list of birth
Will loose the number the moment they breathe their last
Poets! You sing the song of heart and play the tune of love
Will live as ever as the sun and the moon and as a Legend
On this revolving earth with day and night.
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Wow! This is great! Absolute and outstanding poetic lines. It's highly picturesque, and it's full of imagery. Keep it up my dear bard!