At Seventy
I shall posses
All the attributes
Finer traits
Command a wand
With magical zeal
To line the words
At my will
To explode your minds’
And dwell perpetual
Blink your eyes
And I shall magical disappear!
Leaving truths trailing in golden flames
Across the stage
Of this world!
Words vibrant
Voice Catching…
A sudden hush falling in the crowd
Before claps resound!
The evening’s star!
At seventy
I’m the best poet on earth! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Curtains down!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
Most humble friend you are the finest I have seen.......keep) it(up....love) it(..: >)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and why not- you must aspire to be better or best- very fine, tinged with humour write, Malini.10 Mamta