Poor you
Bronze, diamond or golden
You have made it heaven
Thousands of poems on your credit
The honor should befit
I had chance to peep through
And touch the true
Nerve of poetry
Pure and free
I have read and commented on many
As I too still go on with same journey
Poetry gives kits of joy
To present views and enjoy
Never be daunted by death
It shall be our last breathe
When things will slowly disappear
And pushed to the rear
Remember in you a good poet
And then go quiet
Whenever destine hour races you
Bravely face 'oh poor you '
Remember in you a good poet And then go quiet Whenever destine hour races you Bravely face “oh poor you “
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shanmugam Chettiar I am greatly indebted to u for ur regard for me Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now 16 minutes ago