Letter To a Poet

To you, my favorite Poet I view you, as my sole comforter You comfort me, with the beauty Of your songs and verses Written, by the power of your spirit With love and passion; your work Topped the best-sellers’ lists, a world record I believe, no word travelers can break it No matter, how best they tried I really have no idea how you did it But truly, you’ve amazed millions of readers With your thoughts, calm as the sea at night Bringing peace and hope, into their hearts Thou, many of your so-called fans excelled In their own writings, yet, they failed To capture the brevity of your word They, too, failed to unearth its mystery Oh, by the way, I found a translation of your Book, it’s in my 7th tongues---the Modern Greek Left purportedly, by one of your procrastinators In a wooden shelve, in the attic-room Adorned with dust, but, when I blew it away Voila, my life has changed, completely A better life That you, instantly, became my favorite poet You, the greatest, of all time Greater than any poets/authors, living or dead Your masterpiece translated into different languages …..for those who wish to learn your wisdom Now, that you’ve shown me The new life, with the strong guidance Of your lovely rhymes and styles Yours, I will, steadfastly, bind them In my heart, forever, for without You---my God There will never be me, your new born child Nor, there’ll be poets such as Poe, Frost or Pushkin If, you had not lend them, your silver quill