Long time ago
Day in day out
A beautiful rag picker
Came everyday to our house
"bibiji kurha" she recited
In the sweetest ever voice
Like sugar from sunshine
Made music from noise
Her body was slender
Her hands burned
As if the roar of the afternoon
Had left on her
Shadows from the sun
A black cloth always
Covered her fair face
Like the moon is hid
In the night's cloudy haze
Her eyes,
Unimaginably blue
Were the only beauty
to savor now
in front of which
even seven seas would bow
but,
the most beautiful creation
that god ever made
was left sulking
with the filthiest trash
ever laid
and that's the irony of the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Irony beauty is wonderfully expressed in this thoughtful poem shared! ...10