The Minstrel's Ode

I am a poet for a few moments
Who plunges into the ocean of veracity
He lives and dies in his youth
But hopes his ode is there for eternity

To decorate the dais of this orb
Before me, many a bard have come
Few faded into the dark oblivion
Few created monuments under the sun

They were also a moiety of their times
Today, at least for this moment, I am a part of you
But soon this moment will be an anecdote in history
Someday forever I will bid adieu

To infuse life into your whimsical vivacity
As a new breed of minstrels, they will be born again
For you to smell the gardens of life
Nurtured by their sweat and pain

But these words will be soon erased
From the people’s mind
Buried in a grave of dust , for ever unseen
Along with this poignancy, its existence
As though till now it has been….