The Most Fragile Objects On Earth
The Most Fragile on Earth are we,
The creative brains, forever enslaved
By the jealous mistress, the Muse.
We’re the folk Fortune never embraced.
Emotions wide open, tears on the ready,
A fetish to embrace the senseless pain
Of all humanity. We end up most often
With angina, the sweet angst that kills.
Are we mad, are we magnificent,
Neither we nor our readers know.
We flaunt not our work, its beauty
Keeps us safe and forever on course.
From one setback to another,
We sail past disaster and honor
Our peers who defied misfortune
Their poems are of enduring glory.
Theirs were the heroic lives
Of unmitigated suffering:
Long years of want, unmerited
Persecution, insults and taunt.
We honor them, the poets of our past,
Their sacrifices indeed were not in vain.
We’ve learnt from them and their work
The undying beauty of enduring pain.
Copyright © M.A.Q. Rizvon | Year Posted 2021
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