Bismillah, alhamdulillah
Like the smile of a man dying and old
Teeth brazen and bold
Pompous fountain relating stories
Reliving an age gone of past glories
The rest of the building stands by
Humbled by the blackness slowly rising high
Lost in the shards of infinity
Our hearts in their vicinity
A dull beat against the cold
Our hearts stained and rusted since old
Lamps draped in black gowns
Mortar boards and two towns
The mythology self fulfilling
The masses ever following
Devoid of schism a panacea they paint
The truth reduced to a tapestry faint
But never shall the twain
Abide with each other in refrain
Live and let live their call
But far short of Him they fall
O sweet Granada and Spain
Do you witness this tragedy and pain?
Little do we learn
From history and its return.
A poem after visiting King's College, Cambridge (1989)
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history turns in dancing wild
ReplyDeleteits story sounds be seen
the eyes of people just remain blind
yet feeling not its spleen