Bismillah, alhamdulillah:  A short poem after visiting Trinity College, Cambridge (1989)

Distant echoes of a hammer beating
An eye blinks watching
The staccato of heels clicking
On cobbles pathetic silently mourning
Graceful towers rising
Hands of a clock ticking
A fountain flowing
Hearts leaning and yearning
Behind veils of ignorance hiding
If they knew tears streaming
They would have been weeping
Footsteps silent I am leaving
The fountain falters and restarts waiting

 

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