A tribute to Charles Dicken 200th Year
Twenty decades to this day, his tales stood the generations
From Oliver to Scrooge and waltz to the Great Expectations
The readers are swept by his words to describe a scene
A paragraph to picture the pickings of the London market
And the tears to fall on the sorrows of his characters
For not many can matched his uncanny wordings to bring forth the tales.
He lived and breathe in a period of great accomplishment
With the era of new inventions and greater improvement
But he writes not of them but of the unwritten daily lives
Of the man and women who ply the streets of the city
As his strokes of the felt pen bring to surface their lives
Into the pages of such great volumes that even now we read.
To rank him with others is not an injustice but arise your mind
They all ranked equals but on different plateau with no second to their equal
From Anderson, Austen or Twain and even Carroll
They are masters of the pen and lords of the creative world we held in esteem
As we now bend our back over an array of alphabet characters
To emulate their creativity and hopefully create our plateau with their inspiration.
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