Why Bards Die Young? .. Poem by Aashish Kalra

Why Bards Die Young? ..

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Life,
For a mortal is the only strife.
Death,
For a mortal is the only soothing breath.
Lies there on fire,
Resting on his reserved pyre.
Said it is the deed which decides the destiny,
But then why the saint isn’t touched with immortality.
Yes,
They live on the earth,
To the doomsday from their deaths.
But why the bards lay down young?
One thing or other infects their heart or a lung.
Masses enjoy the liberty besides doing the wrongs,
But the poets die before singing the lively songs.
The answer comes,
Ages of the normals sums.
He counts the brain not the deeds,
Normals grow to the tree from the seeds.
But the bards grow as the tails of the lizards,
Their minds are surprises from the wizards.
Mental growth is the age,
Believed by all, death comes at an old stage.
But the brain determines the decades,
Not the lengths of the roots and shades.
Mortality being vital also comes to poets,
Grow they old in their odes and sonnets.
He, the master gives immense time to think,
He sees every thought and blink.
When the poet comes near to the real fact,
The Almighty shows his heavenly impact.
Else are coiled in home and bread,
They think not of the life and its shreds.
Mature is a poet at a pace,
He doesn’t bother to see the world but to see the truthful face.
Bards, see this world and truths in a short journey,
That’s why they die early…..


Specially dedicated to poets like John Keats And P.B. Shelly
-Aashish Kalra

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Jalandhar, Punjab; India.
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