You May Live Long In People's Hearts.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Quills and pigments,
Sharp nails and dried leaves,
Dark chillness and hot wind,
Thousands of pages sustain,
Time tested newly born readers,
Blow the young breeze in their hearts,
Extracting flowing tears from their wells,
The river of metaphors still flow,
In each and every individuals,
Who call themselves as the writers and the fans,
Thousands of years have to arrive,
To celebrate the preserved materials,
From the past, what a great thinkers they are,
Staying in the hearts of many generations,
The wealth didn’t make it viable,
To last for millennium in the minds,
The literature of all languages,
Still young to adore the youngsters,
With well debated thoughts,
Those are contemporary, never grow old.
you may be one of them dear friend.