The Grief of a Priest

Buried beneath tonnes of rubble
we were sealed in a sepulchre,
with two more souls lying parallel
once we all three were influential.

Put to rest for thousands of years
safe inside an adorned sarcophagus,
but as a helpless, mortified captive,
lying in that unnoticed and illusive.

My glorious burial in the past slot
was more painful than I thought,
Alas! They tried to make my body immortal
forgetting my soul, the only thing eternal.

After reciting all the Amun-Ra’s prayers
using all the relics of His magical sceptre,
my body was embalmed for the after life
to rise once again to worship sunrise.

In any case, my coffin would’ve been found
with my clay figurine on the sun baked ground,
to let probers claim my lifeless body to ponder;
I wish I’d died as a believer not as a free thinker.

Alas! The self-proclaimed gods of my soil
could only save my body but not my soul;
Wish my king had deterred his reverence,
had appalled me from idolising Himself.

O Amun Ra! In your land I was the poorest of poor
if I knew the truth, hadn’t bowed to a false pursuer;
Wish I’d risen from the dead as an awakened bones,
wish your army had crushed me under your rocks.

Copyright © 2019 DrNikhat Bano All rights reserved.

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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

12 thoughts on “The Grief of a Priest

    1. Nikhat Bano

      Thanks dear Loius Kasatkin for giving opportunity to pen down my feelings and at the same time appreciating it. My whole experience at ‘Destiny Poets’ is awesome.

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  1. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Interesting monologue… ‘forgetting my soul, the only thing eternal’ is the line which I find most heart rending…

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