A Poet's Tomb Poem by Amar Agarwala

A Poet's Tomb



Am not buried in some cemetery
Where the graves look smirched and old,
Neither interred in some forest deep
Where it's always dark and cold.

My tomb lies not in some valley green
Bathed by the morning sun,
Neither hidden in some desert sand
In a mystic puzzling pun.

I lie embedded in parchments old
Were my forlorn verses tell,
In the hearts of men my crypt shall lie
It's there I shall always dwell.
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A Poet's Tomb
Monday, March 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: elegy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Poetry is melody of the Gods. And poets are messengers from heaven, who come to earth to make life of fellow men worthy and bearable. Poets leave hope, joy and love for discerning hearts... as their invaluable gifts to mankind. Their real tombs are found in the hearts of men, where they can be fathomed in subtle verses, laced with a fragrance that lingers until eternity.
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