Goodwin’s eagle flies high up
to be swooping down on its prey
Equalling Hughes’s hawk in killing
its prey straight with no sophistry
but talonning the flesh to the bones
But the Lily rests beside the path
and watches this with a silent and sweet smile
The Fox whimpers off to
where one is being out to die or be killed
The preacher and the layman
come to be busy with prayers
The huntsmen and the horses
come for a dig into the badger’s lair
The judges and the lawyers are come
Like daniels hidden behind their wig and mask
The teachers and the scholars
come to harangue on the past narratives
Meanwhile lovers and liars keep passing by with…
Sorry to say… Oh! with what an air of innocence!
But the Lily’s heart is white and free
it watches simply, gently with a silent smile only.
NB. I express my sincerest gratitude to my precious friend, Michael Goodwin of Wakefield for almost pampering me with his poem, THE LILY to write the one posted above.
®© Jay Basu 4 May 2024
