Dont build hanging gardens for me
for there will always be
harum-scarum boots of
this or that nation
to make Amytis turn in her grave
to squash Babylon's grapes and
to mix the red juice
with the tears of Tigris
Dont bind and initial me
Dont entrust marvellous libraries with me
for civil wars and fires are nothing surprising
to our worn out history
that saw ancient Alexandria mourning
for its countless manuscripts burning
for there will always be
harum-scarum boots of
this or that nation
to make Amytis turn in her grave
to squash Babylon's grapes and
to mix the red juice
with the tears of Tigris
Dont bind and initial me
Dont entrust marvellous libraries with me
for civil wars and fires are nothing surprising
to our worn out history
that saw ancient Alexandria mourning
for its countless manuscripts burning
4 comments:
A fitting memorial, graceful, wise and sad but still elegant and beautiful. Nothing is totally lost which is so wonderfully remembered.
Dont know how I remembered all those today:)
Yes Paul, nothing once alive (or once done) is lost/forgotten by the Grand Memory, even a tiny mustard seed...
good one sherifa. i like it. only you can pen down this much pain stylishly in paper.
thanks jeraldino:)Actually I did not mean to put the pain at the center, I was hopscotching between the infinite and the finite...
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