Singed Hearts

Palmyra The treasure trove Of human creativity that time has preserved. A book of poetry That Shelly and Keats Could not pen. A lovely Orchard Of myriad flora Shaped by minds Extra ordinary Garnished with Colors and fragrance And life Yes, LIFE! The grand colonnade All those hearts Singed in their own heat, Temple of Baal A thought drowned In its own tears, The Arch of Triumph A teardrop turned vapour Before it could hit the ground In the sand dunes of hatred, Diocletian Wall breaks down Where End begins And Beginning ends. Do I see a smile faint, behind the cloud Of tears and blood. Do I see hands strong and hearts brave undoing what is undone.