Deepta Protik Osman


Epitaph On King Priam Of Troy - Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Priam, the Trojan king
Lies in a great peace.
Lies he there
The city of Troy,
Where no more is joy.
Caused by Paris’s ploy,
Thought the city was a toy.
So brought the coil
And Troy, received it, as a spoil,
As the Greeks took the coil, away
And Troy, in ruins, alas.


Comments about Epitaph On King Priam Of Troy by Deepta Protik Osman

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 16, 2009



[Hata Bildir]