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
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