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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Copyright © Amar Agarwala | Year Posted 2017
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