when i will be dead,
tears they'll shed.
on the day of funeral,
i will start my travel
to the almighty.
confined in a coffin pretty.
on my grave will be an epitaph,
in golden words- twenty or half.
'here lies a poetess,
whose life became a mess.
so she left the world
leaving behind poems pearled.'
i read it in your diary i found it wid a photo, i guess nice expression...
thats a poem a great approach in this poem go ahead
an excellent account of your life. Leaving behind poems pearled. I to would hope to leave pearled poems behind for later generations.
hmmm wat an imagination............gud write though
Look at Keats epitaph, a life writ in water, but he became Englands greatest poet.
you are very mature great writer in the future
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
hey, sayoni how are you? read me