The Statue of Liberty
An M.A, M.C.A,
A poet, in his mid thirties,
And alas still sitting at home…!
Come away o fortune in the heavens
And bless us,
Me, my depressed boy-brother, and our widower dad.
Fulfill now my long longed desires
For example the one,
Visiting the colossal Statue of Liberty…
Standing with its pedestal
And sitting on its stares.
Rising on its top
And remembering the glorious past of France,
Imagining the vision of the professor
And wondering over the sculptor’s art.
Playing with the tall woman’s garbs
And kissing her feet.
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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