Wilted Rose Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 07 25

I throw apple seed of my faith away
so it sprouts into the tall Tree of Knowledge
from which I gain grand wisdom of old sages
who calculate rich economic gains
to maintain integrity of respect
written with blood on fractured temple walls.

I try to ask old woman by the store
how long it takes for ocean waves to talk,
but she just gives me wilted rose of hope
which leads me to brick building on the hill
where children learn the secret alphabet
designed by Brahmi of the wandering cow.

After searching the whole world ninety years
I find her again in streets of Mumbai
cooking Vada Pav by brass temple gate,
so I eat in memory of Gopinath
while milkmaids dance in warm evening glow
to celebrate Protector of the People.

While wandering forlorn on the river shore
after losing my homeland to invaders,
I hear sweet voice of young woman who sings
solemn hymn to savior of spinning Earth,
so I kneel while Radha, daughter of Lakshmi,
offers me cup of honey mushroom soma.

To battle tyrant of the mountain cave
I sharpen sword I forged from dragon bones
to defeat enslaving demon of greed,
then I return to pyramid of jewels,
proclaimed as Verethragna by the crowd
because I free the world from tyranny.

When I hear roar of Zahhak in the night
I ride swift horse with silver wings of light
to fight evil dragon of arrogance
that festers in my heart with lust for fame
till I release desire to play their game
so I can meditate on Damavand.

I build ten thousand ziggurats of faith
from Egypt east to vale of Mexico
where daughters of Ishtar with star-clear eyes
guide Children of Amen with song of hope
to build foundation of her world empire
which programs how I map myths of mankind.

Amused at foibles of humanity
in our vain quest to conquer time and death,
I eat the chocolate cookie and drink milk
as body and blood of the Eucharist,
then ride my bike to the college library
where I study languages of the world.

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Orpheus dances with Rukmini on the river shore, strumming lyre of Mercury while she adorns cows with flower wreaths.

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