When we finally die
we won't ever know
except some may read
your poem
followyou
will of course none
that too also you
will never know
Shakespeare
we all read today
yes
Frost ahead of him
many a day
they too know it not
so you may smile straight away
tomorrow you and I too
may fly away
so now simply swim
in the windy-air pass way
till when you're alive
do your words display
in your own inimitable
like PPME'S simplistic relay
I always yell in my own way
so everyone for me
blows
many aHurrays
till when you're alive do your words display... very true. Once death takes away only memories remain. Today death talk again....why? ?
Out of sight is out of mind that''s how life has turned out As you said live and rejoice till you breathe. Write, shout, recite Let the world know you are here. Much alive. Nice poem.5***
Out of sight is out of mind that's how life has turned out As you said live and rejoice till you breathe. Write, shout, recite Let the world know you are here. Much alive. Nice poem.5***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
die die die and ask not why we all must one day have to die so before that your bald heads do dye to merge with the colours of autumn sky high sky