Published May 10, 2021
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Story Of How A Poet Lived An Eternal Life.

Published May 10, 2021
2 mins read
402 words

It was 19th of september, more than 7 decades ago whenhe first laid his eyes in the surface of this world where metaphors hide along the edges. his sobs surrounded the four corners of the somber old room and from that very moment, he knew that he was made to squeeze out thoughts from the fruits of his extensive mind.

As he grows older, he realized that the life he is living with is full of hanging cliffs which only one wrong move from him, he might end up tattooed with fresh bruises, not only on his skin but also those which are located within his heart and soul. He didn't just age up but he made sure that his understanding regarding certain things in life as well as his mindset also matured.

He was 10 years old that time when he discovered the mystery hiding behind the words of his crafts. it was the time when he started to embrace the fact that poetry isn't just a part of his self but defines who he is as a whole. he wrote poems made up of varied topics and kept all of it inside a dusty brown box.

Time flew so fast and he finished his studies with flying colors. He has a stable job, a complete familyโ€”an almost perfect life but why he feels like that there's something missing from him. Until he realized that he has lost the essence of his existence the day he turned his back against his poetries. But still, he didn't admit that he was longing for it, standing with his belief that poetry could bring him satisfaction but it prevents him from going far.

And now, he is sitting on the wooden chair made by his grandchild, juan. his skin wrinkled and he's just counting the remaining days of his lives. I mean, death is inevitable and no one could escape from it. But before that day comes, he wants to get back to the thing he used to love and just for once, he will finally do what his heart screams for. He took his pen up and for the last time, he wrote a poetry that tackles on how he lived an eternal life. And his only wish is when he dies, he wants his poetries to be buried together with his corpse six feet under the ground.

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akeshyadav22 5/10/21, 1:53 PM
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Good๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ฏ
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tkratika 5/10/21, 6:44 PM
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Beautiful story. :)
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