Ozzy

Ozzy
By Arman Hoque

Inspired by and incorporating
 Ozymandias BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY


I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who shed light and helped me understand.
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . .  
Near them, on the sand.

Half sunk a shattered visage lies,
Its stony eye’s  story truly belies.
Yet it’s visage tries not to deny.

whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Revealed a timeless lesson to understand.
Nothing’s forever in any land.

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Created inspiration by crafting this head.
This face of a monarch, long since dead.
Left only a statue in his life’s work stead.

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Ozymandias, lord of all things;
He was the one who adjudicated fair!
His efforts and pains; nothing left to say
Of his colossal life; how he dealt joy and strife.

His word was law; and everybody saw..
How his words drifted away in the noise…
Big joys playing with their toys.
But sand strips to the soul raw.
Revealing nothing but despair.
I saw Ozzymandias as nothing but air.


Arman E. Hoque B.A., M.P.A., J.D.
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public
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