Cairo, Cairo, let the world be Cairo.

by Badri Raina, Feb 1, 2011


Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,

But to be young in Cairo was heaven.


That friend who always has something

up his sleeve beyond what seems,

beyond the moment’s  magic,

already puckers his canny brows,

and, tragically distant from the glory

in Tahrir Square, counsels caution:

ok,” he says, “but where will all this lead”?

 

To him I say, “knowledgeable thou art,

and professional to the finger-tips that will

no doubt type back a cold-blooded column,

full of ifs and buts, and  leaks from ‘reliable sources,’

and a construction of events

that will make the millions of secondary import,

I say to you what has happened in Cairo

puts to shame all our ifs and buts, our

cold-blooded columns, our reliably-sourced

wisdoms of conspiracies and stratagems;

in the political history of the world’s darkest

days, Tahrir Square was where

the Second Coming happened;

Jesus came as Gandhi, and smiling ever so

sweetly with  the sad pity of judgement,

blessed the  peaceful and peace-making

legions of hateless and patient sons and daughters

of the ancient Nile, rewarding

their undaunted faith, made breachless

by common labour and common resolve,

with what they deserved.

 

At Tahrir that happened which

not the smartest of us in studied proficiency

could ever stipulate or foresee.

Will we now have the sense and the spirit

to  take it from here, and for mankind’s sake,

set our hearts, minds, and sinews together

a new earth and a new heaven to make?

 

Cairo, Tahrir was the site for epiphany;

we either have or do not have

the eyes to see.

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