IN THE GREAT HALL

IN THE GREAT HALL   I wandered to the portals of a great hall On the entrance arc, was carved an inscription Depicting courage, fame, noble actions, all A two line axiom of perfection ‘Peak of physical expression is in beauty’ Down the hallway, a revolving reflective door appeared ‘The intellect expresses self in poetic bounty’ And the shadows of misguided self disappeared From image of the self I saw, of beauty and poetry, I had neither I think in one language and speak with another A heavy mother tongue doesn’t help my English either Laden with iambic, rhythm and rhyme, why should I bother? I just want to say as it is, in the great hall of fame And the echoes of truth will carry my name