The Hope of Havilah The six foot river of Havilah flowed through my valley With its hair wrapped courteously like a bundle of natural roses Standing tall – as the majestic palm tree Every strike, perfectly seated in its place With dull resplendence A well dug deep for three decades With water not…
Tag: Poetry
A HERO’S VERSE
When I am rested at six foot below, And in vacuous ambience Of frozen body, mind and soul, Spirit divined transcends. I cannot twitch to my assailer’s blow When darkness in its weight and thickened moist, Is all my shut gaze can dote, And uncertainty of my spirit’s final host; Either to demon’s…
