On the slopes of the mount Sinai
While Moses had the commandments-
And through the arches of the Parthenon,
All along the Hellenic life and beyond-
Even as mid ages came,
The tiller caught it on his back,
Early morning.
Even as the manor collapsed,
And even as Divinity was Comedy-ed with,
All through Borgia’s efforts and the Master’s works
It was immortalized on the canvas:
Down piercing the haze of a newborn chimney smoke
Long after it rained down on the New World
It always came:
Even reflecting on the wings of metal birds while they bombed the east,
Or as new nations rose and others fell-
Men, women and child caught it in their pupils,
The red rays of the Sun,
The inseparable show of oneness;
Now came Ego- the empire breaker, the worm of time, the herald of decay
And it flew high into the duo
As red trailed off,
The sun shone yellow again.
The Horizon
Saturday, December 1, 2007
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Arektu regular hote hobe. Nahole tui chhara tor blog aar keu porbe na.
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