Like water that flow from streams
His gentle words did seem
Flow from heart to hearts
And kindle light upon barren minds.
To measure , Iam none
Yet his words lit musical fire
On this youthful heart and mind
To write something atleast once.
Sir Shelly may be living at this age in new name
Yet in that age words writ in barren page
Calls him ever a legend.
Decades are yet to come,rise and set of sun
New rhymes and lines are yet to come
Where men writ in end their name
But never any other line sound like his song.
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