Thursday, January 3, 2019

The silent revolution

(1207)  Alokeri van dekeche

A flood of splendor, it has summoned
All the darkness on this earth.
Those who had been veiled neath ebony,
In light their eyes crave opening.

There was dark and more dark still,
Each and every thing like cinder.
A touch of light, the joy of life,
Awakened those in that plight.

Upon the light came still more light;
It painted both the air and sky.
On yonder light eyes are kept peeled;
The bent knee that we offer is to Thee.

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1 comment:

  1. Behind our burqa, no man will ever know to whom we pay obeisance.