Gypsy Queen
A gypsy queen is dancing
In Aminhotep’s land
Her full blown skirt billows out in the wind
Her tambourine beats time
Held in a strong, slender hand
Sand grains churned by dancing feet
Lie in ecstasy
Unfelt since Rameses had marched
and an ultramarine
Peacock that flew in from Blue River
had settled on his crown
To spread its plumes and shrill into his ear
Unknown names of unseen lands and seas
Of kings to come and start new dynasties
And vanish across a few millennium days
The sheer blue gauze of a deep delinquent haze
Protects the sleeping Pharaoh in his tomb
Dancing daughter to deeply buried kings
Carries a fairytale inside her womb
Copyright © Debasish Datta | Year Posted 2011
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