Claps With Hands
Claps with your hands and sing!
From the place, where I came!
There are no songs, or anthem.
Pass the seas, oh sailor!
Like a spiral line, ascends in god's fire,
From the mind’ house that never age!
Then come holds me to thee,
I who my eyes, lavished that day in imagination
then summon from her memories:
a song not a melody
A man not a love
Come oh vanquished
Of all the love and all the wind
Bring to me oh miserly from the mind's house':
What you discovered in death,
What you earned,
And what you lost!
It's time for me to write
If (memory eye's) - slept!
It's time when fanciful flowing like a light,
Like a sudden downpour,
Like the brook's sparkle from sunlight
Or as the dream creates a paradise of images
Come! I write eternity from things
I learned, but I never taught her
How to claps hands
Where there are no songs, or anthem.
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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