Three Lines Of Indian Hierarchy Poem by Naveed Khalid

The three lines of Indian Hierarchy
mark on my forehead
the beginning of my father's dream.
It all start'd from the Cambridge River,
one misty sunshine in silver lining,
when angels danc'd in the wind,
breaking loose their white attires
after midnight's long escape;
when golden boughs bow'd over
their heads against the bleak horizon.
All the three were sailing in the same boat,
their black coats neatly press'd,
creas'd at the collars
by some unknown launderer in 1957...
and they say they roved
through the City of London,
passing under the Thames Bridge,
a few steps ahead in the distance,
not more than their eyes could go,
they saw him there, the Captain of the Vessel,
and many a shooting stars in a rainbow,
Seaward bent, toss'd upside down,
baptiz'd upon the beach.
Folks say, he was found with the map
of three lines of Indian Hierarchy,
mark'd on my forehead
the end of my father's dream.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Wednesday, February 3,2011.3: 19 PM