I oft remember you, my lord <br />Forgetting the centuries between us <br />I oft touch your unseen feet <br />Ignoring those walls, of the seven oceans. <br />As I saw you blessing in dreams upon me <br />As you, my lord, are the source of my poetic fancy <br />As you, the friend, philosopher and guide mine indeed. <br /> <br />Ye, a little touch may make me full of fancy <br />But oh, the centuries are moving on their eternal wheels <br />Have kept you from me afar <br />Offering me that heart <br />That can abide by your pens, worship your rhymes. <br /> <br />O the great king of the world of drama <br />Pour in my unknown pens strength <br />Let them write what you whisper in my ears, <br />Give the touch of your hands to my poems <br />Let them be as colourful as the flowers are. <br /> <br />My lord, <br />How did you feel human hearts? <br />How did you realize what human minds search for? <br />How did you understand how they were to have drawn? <br />A little touch, may I get? <br />May I occupy a narrow space in your heart? <br /> <br />O you, the pitiful soul <br />I know, what you have blessed me. <br />What you murmur daily in my ears. <br />Let me write them down, <br />Let me salute- <br />To you.<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-william-shakespeare/
