Whispers Of The Uk Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD

Portia's wisdom, Falstaff's mirth,
Lady Macbeth's haunted birth.
Romeo and Juliet's fated breath,
Prospero's magic, Othello's depth.
Iago's whispers, dark and cold,
Yet in your lines, their souls unfold.

Time may wane, the stars may fade,
Yet your ink's eternal shade
Paints the world in truth and light,
Guiding hearts through endless night.

When love grows frail, a fleeting sigh,
And truth dissolves in hollow lies,
When greed corrodes the human soul,
And laughter feigns a heart made whole,
When knowledge builds but empty minds,
And gold can break the strongest binds—

I turn to you, O Bard divine,
Your words, like fire, fierce and fine.
Plays and sonnets, old yet new,
Each syllable a path, a clue.
You whisper strength, you breathe me whole,
You carve your name into my soul.

Yesterday, my feet did tread
The paths where once your spirit led.
Your house, your grave, your school so bright,
Your love's abode bathed in soft light.
I stood, I breathed, I closed my eyes,
And felt my soul in yours arise.

O Shakespeare, through time's embrace,
I merge with you, in endless grace.