By Hadrian’s wall it stood all day
For an age or more or so
It rose up high from hallowed clay
From where life and death grow!
Why it lay now on the lap of moor
Silent, lifeless like a stone
Who had loved to endure, endure, …
Has begun to rot alone!
Who grew from seed of providence
Had to end in such a way
A victim of vile insolence
Will no more sing or sway!
The sentinel who’d once stood guard
On Hadrian’s wall won’t die
Immortal seed in love’s orchard
Will Grow So High To Touch The Sky!
© 2023 Vikas Chandra