Fired by Passion, our lady will rise
A man understanding the art
of seeing,
tracing the spirit of an age,
the ways of mavericks
what were their craze,
features of a king
even in knockers on a door.
We feel filled with wonder
at our ancestor,
they created that timeless masterstroke
a never ageing damsel,
ravaging fire was not a measure
of damage and loss
but of the awe it carried
and inspired just by standing tall.
The world is feeling hurt
but France is feeling unequal agony,
its a near point zero in a country
where all distances are measured,
fall of Dame’s spire to the flames
just seared their hearts so deep,
even as the smell of smoke lessens
the Paris skyline seems so broken.
This was the Notre where
coronation of Napoleon and
canonization of Joan of Arc took place,
a special mass celebrated here
at the end of deliberate Nazi craze,
the bell Emanuel was rung
to mark that bloody eleventh September,
This is the lady the French came to meet
when it came to cheer or mourn
where will the country turn to mourn
the loss of the cathedral?
But we are sure our lady will rise
she has a spine of steel
and fire of Passion
that kept the world in spirit, awe and inspired
for centuries so eight,
epicentre of our cosmopolitan culture
and beauty so much to mesmerize
together there is a promise
of resurrection,
We will make the timeless damsel rise.
Ashish Kumar Pathak
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