A man who still lives
Has poetry in his heart
Sentiments adamantly beat
As innate essence of existence

A poet writes from the heart
An instinctive inclination flows
A worse thought may be his best
Though not in accord with the code

The world may become the critic
Judge the poems based on races
And how best the grammar is done
A form universally accepted as norm

A best poem is sole monumental
It is the value of wisdom that counts
Lessons expressed than a popularity
The true barometer of what is called best

A dead poet is best remembered
By his only best read compositions
Yet many are still worth the discovery
Poems may not as best but are great