Who will carry my torch onwards, when I am gone—
And honour the marks I made in life, and help them carry on?
To read the words I wrote with care and pondered over long,
And tend the tiny flame I bore, that faintly shone?
Who’ll carry a torch for the souls long forgotten—
The millions of faded faces on myriads of paths trodden?
Remembering passions, loves, and lessons that life had begotten,
The wisdom of old worlds, now fading fast from the modern?
There’s no conceit in wanting your stamp on life embossed—
To hide your light beneath a bushel is to depart at sad cost.
For when humble stories vanish, and sweet memories are lost,
Then ideas, revelations, and thoughts are all turned to dust.
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Jeremy Leach (
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My comments on the poem "Who will carry my torch ?” by Jeremy Leach
This is a matter that many poets think about. What will happen to their legacies after their death ? In the past, poets left back a pile of papers. Now we have the Internet, that archives stuff permanently. Even in our lifetime, our works get to be known. Still, poets wonder what will happen to their writings. Everything will turn to dust. “A book is the only immortality.” Quoted in : Sam Phillips : "3000 proverbs." New Delhi : Goodwill Publishing House, c 2017. Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders. The Internet is even better. It has endless archiving capacities. Soman Ragavan. 2 July, 2023 //
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