The curve of boteh on the table cloth
In beige color that day
On the mist of the cold water
In crystal glass
Groomed tea
I shall not forget you
For that day’s beauty
For more than a thousand times
I watched and etched
You
In that background
From whence I saw the rooftop
Of the old building
The sparkle of the bottle
In luminous reflections
Some threads I want to retake
The darkest hair I had ever seen
Like in hails and storms
In floods every thing washed away
I rubbed it from my bosom
From my mind’s deep corners
You could have rescued
The wreck
If that meant anything to you
12/6/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely memories but not to be forgotten -10 anjali