a poet leaves not much behind
just memories and verse
and memories fade into the past
for better or for worse
for all we have is humble rhyme
the poems that we write
perhaps to shine some future day
or die some future night
and so it is that poets write
of stars that light our way
and in the hope their words live on
surpassing mortal stay
but when the words return to dust
and light comes to an end
then even dying stars must ask
what waits beyond the bend
Poets do shine like stars. Their words are immortal. So beautifully you have found a relationship between stars n poets. A super 10.
Thank you Nosheen. But are the stars even immortal? I wish I knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The paralleles so beautiful.
Thanks you. Parallels - yes I think about stuff like that.