• prabhatkattel_ 6w


    His last words were
    "Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow"

    He was a poet
    Who lived for what he felt
    Above anything/everything

    When people were fighting
    Working, struggling, pushing
    All he did was feeling
    All that can be felt

    Feelings were his guides
    Feelings were his gods
    Feelings were his journeys
    Feelings were his destinies

    Like all the moments of life
    Death was a new feeling
    That he was waiting to feel

    You can call it the greatest curiosity
    Or the power he harnessed from great poems

    He died strangely but gladly
    " oh wow, oh wow, oh wow"