Eulogy of the Queen's birth
Champaign was water in Pims
Misled to the dust
Time overseeing in retrospect
Chameleon knows art of color
Sans everything that matters
Prophets could advise
The poor people
Sage the lesson of faith
And humanity
And soul
The flame in the Irises
Took me to the smoke in purple
Dispossessed any
Many before me
Do not take away my name
I will sell it for a living
Islamabad
27/4/2010
‘…Do not take away my name/I will sell it for a living’ NO NEVER! Poet’s name inscribed in heart any detergent/eraser will be of no avail. Sir we poet’s are seller/ buyer [reader] and sailor of emotion [pure] and in reader’s mind already you’re vividly present [me too very much]. Thanks for sharing. 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another poem full of sad truths and i love the ending...