Like an ant which dies
When it bites a man
You will die the moment
You write a poem
The ant doesn’t live again
But you live in the heart
And soul of us when
we read your poem
Like God your poem
Is an abstract idea
Rather than a concrete thing
we interpret your poem in our own way
You wipe out our tears,
console our fears
incite ,ignite, instruct
delight and even confuse us
Like Jesus rose from the dead
You rise again and again
In the human intellect
And live for posterity and eternity
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2011 09:00
- Category: Fantasy
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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Comments2
Ah, I quite enjoyed this consideration, and yet I hope we do not die when we pen our cogitations....and the Lord Jesus Christ is incomparable, so I squirm at your comparing anything of ours to Him....it is a fascinating concept....for I'm loving reading centuries old sonnets, drinking afresh the thoughts of these past fellows and aspiring to even half reach to their mark, which seems to be what you are aiming at with that comparison to resurrection. Fascinating....I enjoyed this!
Dear Cheeky, Here Death is just a paradox.There is spiritual death to the poet.He lives for ever.Thanks a lot for your comments and rating
yours lovingly,
JVL
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