Friends may come and friends go;
They may write thousand things
And leave their imprint on here..!
New ones come then to fill the gap;
But one thing is sure whether they
Come and go or not, poetry blooms
Forever and ever nonstop on screen
Like the daily newspaper that comes
At every dawn after dust sans fail...!
This is because poetry has no death;
Poetry is immortal and ever young
Thriving with vibrant vigour none
Can ever have in this world of ours
Even after thousand years damn sure!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, poetry is immortal and the trend of appreciating the nature will go on and on for ever! ! very good poem! Thank you for sharing..