The Sentinel of thou Empire.

The Sentinel of thou Empire.

(Background)

This is just out of the mill and hence need more polishing. I wanted to create an archaic feel for this poem. As if the reader found this from a bottle drifting in the sea.
Also, the style was used to do justice to the earliest teachings made by Roman Philosophers. Make me not for an expert. Romans spoke latin and looked down on English as an uncultured language. But there was a strong mentor-mentee relationship practiced then. This is a conversation between a mentor and mentee. I’ve also tried to put some stoicism in vain.

The confidant hath state,
To his mentee dear,
–
“Of studies made on the ways of the mind.
None hath bring thy wisdom, my lad!”

“Of the simplicities that life can hold,
The nurturing of Chrysanthemum.
The coo of the mourning dove.
The gazing of the night sky”.

“None can occupy thy wonder.
The sciences nor the people.
Then write my lad!”

“Lest what ye shall see is not lost.
Write, so that ye shall seek and seek again.
The work of the gods!”
—-
The scholar, quite beckoned
By the confidant’s muse uttered,
–
“Master dear,
I shall write!
Not the glories of men
Nor to awe my miss

Not so that it is easily comprehended!
Nor use from the literary abyss

I shall write
Of my own vigor,
Of my astute readings
On life, thought and merry.

For my writings be the sentinel
Of my minds empire.

For thee
Shall serve me in agony, to push forth.
For thee
Shall serve me in merry, to shun pride.
——