solitary servant raised her eyes to see <br />who was walking along Volga river <br />in the shade of frozen fortress <br />muted priest read a book of exorcism <br /> <br />with a topaz fountain murmuring in Alta Badia <br />pots of gardenias perfumed at dawn <br />the space among red terraces was splendid <br />for so many forgotten heroes of life <br /> <br />if you had told the lie <br />not me or that mere listeners <br />or any one in the carnival <br />would have adored you <br />as much as we did <br /> <br />when the clocks struck nine <br />and crows scream hauntingly <br />a single flash of lightning <br />made the nuance frighten <br /> <br />the gala nights in the Amazon woods <br />were full of compassionate guests <br />the sharp eyes from their hidden towers <br />watched that music, dance, and party <br /> <br />(dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Luwi Habte)<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scroll-2/
