Heritage Poems
Mother's Inheritance
by Fawziyya Abu Khalid
Mother,
You did not leave me an inheritance of
necklaces for a wedding
but a neck
that towers above the guillotine
Not an embroidered veil for my face
but the eyes of a falcon
that glitter like the daggers
in the belts of our men.
Not a piece of land large enough
......
Howrah Bridge
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
They built me with their sweats
And enslaved blood
As a high mark of their might
Wearing the chest of Calcuttan culture.
Since then I have been standing strong
On my plastered feet
Like the two mammoth poles bound together
Yet as different as East and West.
Bridging the gulf between the people,
......
This Heritage
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In this arid circumstance,
on a collage of sacred pulses,
this pot —Heritage — merely sits,
smoked and besmirched by elements
of mundane faggots.
Heritage
by Paul Engle
Hair brown as a walnut hull,
And finally a will
Running through bone and marrow
Tough as grandfather's skull
Which seventy years ago
Broke a hickory arrow
From a Dakota bow.
I have the hands of a man,
The harried hawk eyes to see.
......
This Heritage
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In this arid circumstance,
on a collage of sacred pulses,
this pot —Heritage — merely sits,
smoked and besmirched by elements
of mundane faggots.
Howrah Bridge
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
They built me with their sweats
And enslaved blood
As a high mark of their might
Wearing the chest of Calcuttan culture.
Since then I have been standing strong
On my plastered feet
Like the two mammoth poles bound together
Yet as different as East and West.
Bridging the gulf between the people,
......
Heritage
by Paul Engle
Hair brown as a walnut hull,
And finally a will
Running through bone and marrow
Tough as grandfather's skull
Which seventy years ago
Broke a hickory arrow
From a Dakota bow.
I have the hands of a man,
The harried hawk eyes to see.
......
Mother's Inheritance
by Fawziyya Abu Khalid
Mother,
You did not leave me an inheritance of
necklaces for a wedding
but a neck
that towers above the guillotine
Not an embroidered veil for my face
but the eyes of a falcon
that glitter like the daggers
in the belts of our men.
Not a piece of land large enough
......
