The Mummy !

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The Mummy

Thousands of years
In the twilight of history,
A knight galloped
Across the territory.

Over the hills
Across the desert,
To woo a dame
A beauty, to treasure.

Many a mile he covered
For many a day,
To reach the castle
The goal of his way.

The hour was of twilight
Exhaustion, slight
Wonderstruck he stood
Anticipating the sight.
Darkness fell all around,
The knight stood still... lost in reverie.

Of the eyes he thought
The musical laughter,
The childish games
The leaking shelter.

A swift command to the horse
With joy in his heart,
Paraded ahead
And gave a start.

Amongst the ruins
Of carved slate and stone,
Rose a tomb
On which an inscription shone;
“In the memory of all those
Who laid their lives
To a fury
Heaven had never unleashed before.”

Shrieking like a madman
He entered the tomb,
And gazed at the corner
Where a red bud bloomed.

Pitchers and pots
Antiques and dreams,
Shining jewels
And craftsmen’s seams.

He stood like a dummy
Watching an Egyptian mummy,
Embalmed !
Laid there on the stone
His dream of a lifetime
His love of yore !

Dr. Guncha Gupta
25/10/2000

Comments

  1. Dr DivyaMay 6, 2019 at 5:35 PM

    Another masterpiece by you di 👏👏👍 awesome

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  2. UnknownMay 6, 2019 at 9:32 PM

    A beautiful poem about childhood love.About love that is platonic and does not want any return.The lover returns after many many years to find his love but his childhood sweetheart is no more.Only a bud is there to tell him that she too loved him in equal measure.The poem reminds me of Robert Browning's Evelyn' Hope

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    1. Creative GunchaMay 6, 2019 at 10:17 PM

      Wow !
      Thank you 🙏
      This is the best compliment one could get ...

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  3. MuskaanMay 7, 2019 at 9:31 AM

    Wow!!! Just amazing

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  4. SurenderMay 7, 2019 at 10:36 PM

    Just Amazing..

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