BY MAYA GREEN
I saw the moon over Samarkhand
Here in the Valley of Zerafshan
Looking graceful still, for an ancient lady
Lighting up the silk route, travelled by many
Tonight she is calm, exuding her beauty
A regal sentinel, over the oasis city
Samarkhand, the heart of the Silk Roads
So well-trodden by merchants, and hordes
Yes, the moon hanging over Samarkhand
Evokes stories, and legends from the past
Alexander the Great, invaded here once
So did many others, who also did not last
For me I feel in my heart, is touching the sky
I thought I saw the divine watching over us
That was what my mother used to imply
But she said, son one can’t see God, alas!
So I turned to the observatory nearby
The very first scientifically accurate one
For it gives the direction to be guided by
So I’ll say my thanks to the only One
Dateline:
12.07 AM
April 24, 2024
Shah Alam, Selangor
Poem triggered by a photo sent by Noor Hayati (Lit., Light of my Life) from Samarkhand
