Ode to Socrates*

Ode to Socrates*

Thou hath left with us
Treasure such,
That we are still,
After few hundred years
Taking Thy copious notes,
And holding symposiums of our own,
Whilst, what a Pity,
It must have been
That Thou hath been made
To drink from the Cup
Hemlock, without any
Fault of Your Own.

(*Note : the picture attached is Taken/clicked by me from a book, depicting Socrates discussing with His Friends His ideas , perhaps, related to His findings concerning His quest for Truth)


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