Is Poetry Dying?
Poetry is no longer spoken with joy on the lips of men
Lovers don’t feel ashamed of the falsehood in their hearts
Although there abound wonderful poets
Could the death of poetry thus begin?
If I borrow my voice to the wind
Who will hear my wails?
Two jubilees, one silver and the other golden, are a part of my years of existence!
My soft voice is as strong as always…
My tears flows in verse, mourning the rape of creativity
Will fake dispositions prevail too long upon the earth?
The days are long gone when a lover’s heart overflow with poems
Is it the dawn or end of civilization?
Everything now has a price tag!!
Who wants to buy my poems?
There is hope!
In other spheres, there is sincerity
Men live the honor of their words
Love is enjoyed…
You can see the aura of the souls of such lovers in their eyes…
Their joy affects anyone they come in contact with…
When you hear their songs, you will see their hearts in the lines!!
Light always overwhelmed darkness!
Good and bad things may be situational, but the best act is the lasting one!!
That flicker of brightness shall soon overthrow the negative factors causing our feets to stumble
Dawn must come after the night, no matter how long it lasts
Poetry must be back and free!!!