Madan G. Gandhi - Can A Poet Die At All? lyrics

Who is there philosophizing atop the hoary hill: The earth is dying, the sun is dying. Aren't these sheer lies? Can a poet die at all? Isn't he the same before and after the fall? Why beat the self-same drum, worn out by diurnal dum dum, no more can it bear the strain, constant tapping shall affect the brain. The capsule that I bury this day, the truthful record of an ill-fated play, the climax and denouement of epic dimension caused by a fatal flaw in psyche of man. At the same spot I shall bury the living and dying profile of the sun the blue-print of a new civilization yet to arise on ruins of the existing one.