A POET’S SOUL <br /> <br />As the present gradually gets consumed by <br />the past, <br />And the future burns in the altar of the <br />present, - <br />What ultimately remains are the crystal <br />dew drops, - <br />Of our evanescent moments! <br />And as we slowly drown ourselves, - <br />Inside the unknown depths of the mirror’s <br />surface, <br />Which one day shall forget to reflect our <br />face! <br />But the poet’s soul remains oblivious, - <br />Of our life’s eternal stance! <br />And at an advanced age, he continues to <br />write his verse! <br />And you can also find him in his garden, <br />Planting young saplings of new plants! <br /> <br /> - Raj Nandy <br /> 22Mar 09 <br /> New Delhi<br /><br />RAJ NANDY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-s-soul/
