Indigo Spirit! Poem by Shahzia Batool

My flaming spirit does not flicker in orange-
it burns indigo
and keeps on burning;
escaping damnation
I stop commandingly
the ripples of unbidden emotions
before they turn to tidal currents;
the ferocity tamed, the angst seems without a sting;
no hopes to bloom
my petals will stay folded and wrapped up
I was Simoni's classic
but the bold tones of colors
with which he painted me all inside,
are faded now;
my finger wears the ring of Cleopatra no more,
I speak no Egyptian,
my enamelled primitiveness is laminated over
by the gloss of gaudy brands,
one day I transcended Time,
some day the waves will come and wash me up,
if found on the shore,
would someone bury me in the sanctified ground
of reverence with love?