Ancient Poems
A Sonnet 16: The Batik Soul
by Ayatullah Nurjati
My soul is dyed in patterns of the past,
A batik thread through centuries of flame.
Each motif speaks of empires built to last,
Yet whispers loss beneath the woven name.
The wax resists the dye, like truth resists
The empire’s ink upon the scholar’s scroll.
Yet in each fold, a sacred myth persists—
A lotus blooming from the fractured whole.
......
Pollution of Time doth Wonder
by Deep Jyoti Dutta
Pollution of time doth wonder
Shall seen in disguise gender
That joyous ocean, so fine to fear
And the nomadic fly to tear
The Stone
by David Lee
Welcome to another millennium
Two thousand years have past
Since the beginnings in Byzantium
We have held steadfast
We hold the immortal secrets
As guardians of the Stone
We act as our faith befits
And to the world are unbeknown
When the world forsook its magic
......
A Sonnet 16: The Batik Soul
by Ayatullah Nurjati
My soul is dyed in patterns of the past,
A batik thread through centuries of flame.
Each motif speaks of empires built to last,
Yet whispers loss beneath the woven name.
The wax resists the dye, like truth resists
The empire’s ink upon the scholar’s scroll.
Yet in each fold, a sacred myth persists—
A lotus blooming from the fractured whole.
......
The Stone
by David Lee
Welcome to another millennium
Two thousand years have past
Since the beginnings in Byzantium
We have held steadfast
We hold the immortal secrets
As guardians of the Stone
We act as our faith befits
And to the world are unbeknown
When the world forsook its magic
......
Pollution of Time doth Wonder
by Deep Jyoti Dutta
Pollution of time doth wonder
Shall seen in disguise gender
That joyous ocean, so fine to fear
And the nomadic fly to tear
