A Poet ...
At world's stage, forgotten words solemnly he covers,
by Saheb Mohapatra
And true lies in him do birth,
While with him shall pass million earths,
With emotions in his finger tips and poems; his lovers.
As days pass soon, passes his emotions,
As awakened waves rush fast to shores,
He greets men when his minutes hasten more,
And penning emotions with no destinations.
Shan't he die, is what I believe,
For if it be, his pen shall stop writing,
With the ink of his blood; emotions carrying,
But his penny-less pockets the world shan't perceive.
To him applauds his lines drawn by his rusted pen,
And his immortal words sounding even beyond the heaven.