Fora Man Poet Poem by me poet yeps poet
Fora Man Poet
Hope you know
man's ink rarely dries
till he finally and physically
actually dies
all watch him as he lies
till the last he continues
and tries
and
so a drop or two
does come through
another poem he can squeeze
with ease
as all come to see him
so do please
dying was he
did you say he lives
on for many more days
till the ink is still
wet
again for deliverance
ere he enters hisgod's domain
then after his ashes
no ink does remain
his pen burns
breakes
alas
sad
but isn't that real life
yes
'tis
NOW DESERTED
What else can a rat
now do
...all watch as he lies Till the last He continues and tries Squeezing even last bit For the one he dreamt To paint the picture That never fade Ever since it got entwined Deep down in his soul The ink of man Never dries again Until the world around Admire him there on Step by step upto light That is meant to glow forever. Good perception. Admirations and appreciation.
Very inspirational. A poet must keep poeting until his last last poem. Then its " lonely moment"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/15/2025 10:19:29 PM # 1.0.0
dying was he did you say he lives on.... //.... The poem does impress with its thoughtful images and the depth of expression. Thanks for sharing.