We watched them leaving- Leaving for the western plateau. We have our kin over there. They have promised them free passage. Will the others do the same?
Some of them vowed to come back. Some of them cursed us back. It has been a short yet intense battle! After all they are, …they were… I still remember the day when The first flames arose… Anyway, The lands are ours. Also the livestock. They are never going to come back, Perhaps.
The king is happy. So are we. I hope the gods are happy too. The seer saw other things though: The wrath of gods and kings! But it’s still a long way to go! Will the kingdom live till then?
We’ve to be alert tonight. In case, …just in case… It’s not easy to leave your land Forever!
Poet’s Note – A quote from Rajeshwar Gupta’s preface to his essay “The Rig Veda, A History Showing how the Phoenicians had their earliest home in India”: “A great war broke out in the remote old days between the Indian Aryans and the Phoenicians in which the latter were defeated and compelled to leave wholly or partially the land of the Aryans.”
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where