Only If You Come…(A poem)

How fortunate were those sacred eyes,

When of eternal light the obedient had a glimpse

Only if you someday put on the attire of matter

And touch this mortal ground only for once

For that would be much better

For my heart, yearning so long, O Providence!

To put its stained head at your divine feet

And lick the dust of its existence

And that moment the gray thoughts shall meet

Their end and no more look back for retreat

And I could see the deep grimace

Wretch those proud visages of heretics;

Suffice it will, if only the pumpkin face

Of that midnight’s child which oddly pricks

And the dreams of blind hearts break

But if that way you really may come

Stripped right away will be everything fake

And I won’t be what I am

And nothing else, not even this mortal kingdom.




Author: pasdarekashmir

A PhD candidate of Politics and International Relations in School of Law and Government, Dublin City University. Research interests: national movements, nationalism, media, framing, and discourses. Regular column: Yours Satirically (Kindle Magazine)

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