![]() Too late RostamA Poem by Rubein Geterminah![]() War![]()
Too late Rostam
Champion 'f the Persian; you 've fought Invincible battles & duels, and thought The best- but what fame Will a hero have to slain His own seed by a trick Of one who came from his ribs? O what glory Will it worth in story O what lesson Will it compose for reason Here your only ram Lies, while your kinsmen celebrate And your King waits to elevate And you retreating Rostam Too late to cure the harm. © 2017 Rubein GeterminahAuthor's Note
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