If It's So Asked

The poet lies peaceful in death Tranquil like a river sublime This frame in rhyme he cannot etch It arrived as fate of lifetime. Oblivious of eyes that weep He looks peaceful in sleep Not a twitch from the finally locked eyes To break open from serenity and rise! He lies in bliss on flower bed Soaked in the silence in his head Of thin hair on skin no more warm In emptied brain at end of term. He till last (w) rite couldn’t tell If his heart and head did coincide The source of the ever ringing bell Came from which mysterious side! One more thing haunted his mind Tormented till his delirious end No answer to the dilemma he did find Nothing for his soul to defend! His creations did they hurt more than they healed How many faces he lit up with a line His verses flowing free willed Did they bring clouds than sunshine?