Monday, March 16, 2015

The Conquest of Glory



Like the light through a prism,
Our reasons split seven fold;
Everything you know
Has once been told.

And now that you surrender
To the times of lovely thoughts,
Frozen sorrows walk away
To bring in new flocks

Of love measured in gold;
This does with wealth abound-
A time that is warless,
A time of things 'found'

Of reason and discovery
Of sound judgment and truth
Owing to technology this time,


King of Glory cannot be uncrowned

-Heenas Haseeb


[The image for this poem was hand-drawn by Heenas]