I could capture those strange wings
On a headless fairy and behind the fountain
Some irises are like lotus flowers
Fixed with green and yellow on the octagon
The deep red is mystical and small mirrors
Why they have colored the pyramids red, green and blue?
And an asp around the head of a deity
Neither goat nor lioness.
Did imagination have nothing else to invent?
The horse like faces of other statues
And some people carried a calf
Or the poor holy cow;
"Eat, Pray, Love* "
Not a bad preposition indeed.
Islamabad
Sept 27,2010
* Book by Elizabeth Gilbert; film version starring Julia Roberts.
N.B: I have neither read the book nor watched the movie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem