'Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, '
Quoted did he,
As death doth peep at every nook and tree
Innocent and young yet kept it's steam


Amazed did thy skill of poetry out live thee,
Oh! John Keats, Thy poetry inspires me,
Aged it seems the decades apart,
Thou in thy time, and me in mine,

Ah! but I feel thee breath down poetry

‘Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art, '


Thy will was such and made it to the Arts.
Prey thee seek a moments grace
from the almighty to see thy praise.

'Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget'
Never did thy memory and thoughts berate
I'll Love thee oh Keats for thy will to fight
When the first trace o blood, made it's sight

'The weariness, the fever, and the fret'
The pain, The torment of Death's strong will
If medicine's o today were but born then,
Thou would be but a immortal friend.

Ay! Young poet thy will was strong.
Thy memory with love will live on
For a poet as I will never regret,
Bathing in thy poetry's sweet song.

'Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades'
Though thou claimeth will never fade.

Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)

Shanika marini Paul

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