Can I get there
Under that tree
With small leaves
And a small stream of water
Fresh cold water
Water coming from the river
Into this land
Can I get there
Under that tree
Where some birds have made their nests
Where ants and some other
Centipedes live
Where the dusty afternoon
And from the sunshine
And will protect me
And the chirping birds
Who take shelter there
And thirsty
To get water from the stream
I want to sit
Under that tree
To watch the roundness
Of earth
And the depth of sky
I want to learn no more
About the universe
And about every thing inside the universe
I want to sit under that tree
For some skimmed milk
Of the mother cow
I want to see the dog
Sleeping close to me
And I want to sleep like him
I want every thing still
A distant sound of the mill
The men and women in harmony
And the children playing
Talk of beauty
The days gone by
The serenity
With scanty shadows
And
Smile to others and laugh at myself
Unexpectedly, Sadiq, you take me to my childhood days...to my home town play ground where i spent many happy days... you are a bird singing sweetly sitting on a nostalgic tree…good composition. Congrats!
Sadiqullah, this is so very lovely. The imagery is wonderful and I totally understand. Sometimes we just want to 'get away from it all', almost as if to go back to childhood and just enjoy and savour all of the finer things in life, the stuff that doesn't cost, just natural beauty. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem with bittersweet yearnings.... don't we all want the same thing in the end? It is almost like a mantra of a soul to other souls.... beautiful.