Kashish

Lucky Guy! He just had an heartbreak;
                            He's now charged and inspired !
Just look at the pictures that his sonnets paint--
                           a heart that is broken and tired.
What precision, what style,
           You can count on this emptiness to make him full !
With so many layers and levels of pain,
               he can choose at will which sad chords to pull.

Poets live for eternity--He's lost his love for life--
                                      at least for a while,
You can count on a dying man - for a fancy prose style.
So let's live and rejoice in the 'kashish'--
                          that he so effortlessly spins,
He may lose his Love..or life...or hope..
                        ..but never mind, the poet wins!

Of course this world is a market
    and the emotions that he's showcasing must be on sale,
We appreciate his craft and will offer all we can--
                         praise, respect and eternal fame.
Long Live the Sadness in his Heart ! Long Live the Agony's Cry !
Let Music flow from Unhealed Wounds, Let not the Echo's Die.

As I cant bring you any happiness-
          only the 'kashish' in my poems to you some joy brings;
So though I'll be dying with every single line that I write---
                           I'll make sure that the poet lives .