Princess Of Devotion Poem by Bashir Goth

Yet again it is death, dammit
Slithering under the cloak of darkness
And steadily, steadily, steadily
Stealing force for the final storm
To devastate another life another soul
In yet another senseless tread of toughness
Robbing a family of hope and warmth
And a nation of light and sweetness

Yet again it is death, dammit
Scourging at times. Assuaging at times
And advancing in an awesome illusion
On board the most fearful of arms
In the hellish fire of war
Or along the wings of kindness
Under the guise of a mother’s aberration
Assaulting in an explosive slaughter
Striking in a spell of emotion
In an amorous encounter
As smooth as the arrival of love
As sweet as the inception of peace
As innocent as the invasion of passion

Yet again it is death, dammit
Heralding a momentous mourning
for the fall of the star of compassion
The messenger of the memorable mercy
The friend of the frightened friendless
The world’s Princess of Devotion.


(Written Sept.4,1997; published Sept.6.1997 in the Emirates News)