Last Supper Of A Poet Poem by Nash Thomas

In a dream,
I saw a poet,
His life was full of tragedies,
He was lonely,
He was silent too,
On the verge of death,
He was taken to hospitals,
News flashed in social media,
He saw thousands and thousands,
Reciting his poems with perfect voices,
In the hospital too, he heard his poems,
Nurses and doctors sung his poems,
Patients and visitors joined the team,
"Let me die, let me die,
Throughout the miseries, I found the light,
Light on the last day of breath,
I see my breath everywhere in the universe,
I see hits and supports in the breath,
I amin paradise now,
That no one enjoys in this earth,
The time to pass the breath has come,
Let me die, let me die, "
He enjoyed the last moment in life,
And his face blessed with joy,
Joy of his verse and his way of life,
Joy of acceptance on earth,
Even at the last moment on earth,
His eyes were twinkled,
Only at the last moment of life on earth.



3-12-2018,20.49, Kadammanitta, Copyright Protected.