Out of the sands the stones gathered,
block on block rose a celestial stair
that centuries of desert winds
did not destroy the mausoleum of kings.
Time compounds mystery of means,
and yet pyramids remain and confuse reason,
symmetry is admired, mathematicians ponder,
and the world in all it's gathered wisdom
considers, but does not conclude,
and while the eyes of pharaoh's sleep,
the sphinx guard royal dreams
and Egypt, bleak under fierce sun
toils at the feet of slumbering gods.
This is absolutely amazing. A well articulated and beautifully penned piece of poetry from a master poet. I love it so much. Thanks for sharing and keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry Chinedu. I missed this one. Thanks for the response.