Pens, Once So Full Of Life And Wit...... Poem by M. Asim Nehal
Pens, Once So Full Of Life And Wit......
Once so deft and bold, these Ink-stained fingers,
now lay still, their tales untold,
Pens, once so full of life and wit,
now stand silent, their ink run dry.
Their thoughts were like autumn leaves, have fled,
leaving behind a trail to troll,
their words were like winter's icy grip,
have vanished now, leaving only a rip.
their minds, like a maze, so complex,
now lay dormant, no more to flex.
And their imaginations, once so bright,
now dimmed, like a fading light.
Their dreams, like a distant memory,
have faded away, like a fleeting breeze
their hearts, like a desert, dry and still,
no longer beat with poetic will.
their souls, like a closed window, shut,
no longer open to a new thought.
But even in their silence, they speak,
through the ink that still holds their seek.
their words, like a fragrance, linger,
Illuminating millions mind through their poetic dreams.
I think this poem speaks to those who can write no more and those who still can.
I liked this tribute. All great poets and contemporary poets.
Awesome, But even in their silence, they speak, through the ink that still holds their seek. their words, like a fragrance, linger, Illuminating millions mind through their poetic dreams.
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10/7/2024 3:18:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice tribute to those poets who have passed away, Asim. Also, there are PH poets who have NOT passed away whose pens are also silent. Do they think that they have nothing more to say? I, for one, have not posted much new lately.