the voices carried by the mermaids
from the Achilles' isles
an envoy to the ears of an undeservedly evicted prodigy
folks not know, revival so long yearned
The blood of renaissance,Elizabethan and Victorian
passed to this prodigy,so long migrated to an unknown nation
a nation without a squill of literature
a nation without a Shakespearean soul
For since his childhood was a hobby of penning
The Shakespearean spirit the urge within him
but none see ,none admit
A child of unsure parents ,A child that ruled by silence
But the Zeus phobia is a feeling of homesickness
A feeling of not owning one's country but to know where he belongs
now through the west breezes that blow
He is set to sail, rows and rows
till he sees the view of his own true country
warm and blissful they welcome him
for the revival and restoration is in his
hands
The lost prodigy from an unknown land.
©thebard
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