THE DEATH OF A POET

jvl narasimha rao

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

 

  • Author: JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2011 09:00
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 40
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    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!

  • jvl narasimha rao

    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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