So many songs
The eminent singer had sung
In his illustrious career,
He had no repentance in life,
He was truly a blithe spirit,
So he went to sleep with great ease at night,
But at midnight he woke up anxiously,
As he remembered that
He had forgotten to sing an absolute gem,
That was about his own glorious and fantastic realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Forgotten to sing his glorious and fantastic realm" and it's sudden realization. The minute observations about the psychic transactions of the artist/ singer beautifully brought to the fore. Thanks for sharing.10 points.