John Keats Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

Love flows in my soul
as it flows fifty thousand years ago
and can hear its song
touching my bosom again and again,
string of meaningful verses
play on,
a blazing drop of rain
hangs in my dream
reflecting its beauty ever,
pianissimo play on I feel,
Moorgate, Rome...with luminance
keeps its status in the pages,
your verses:
''A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Its loveliness increases,
it will never pass into nothingness...''
touch my heart again.