Rubaiyat
by MOURIS BASHIR
Not many buds dawn into Tulips or Roses
the multitudes time did transfix and froze
them into many visages: but their truths
ere, gliding into their graves, who knows
In thy river why there soars no gales
to be a man why your ego fails
of fate why are you weeping so late, here
rests his head, fame upon earth sails
© Copyright Mouris Bashir 2010
*Rubaiyat is a Persian poetry form that consists of four-line stanzas, and the rhyme scheme is aaba