Dina Nath Nadim Poems

A flower spoke to the soil
but its pains remained untold;
the bushes were pruned
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I WALKED into that room.
I took the raincoat off, set it hanging

On a nail; I spun around
Cold, to consider at length and well
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A path, running through a field,
ended near a stream.
Over the other bank
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A hut leaned against a house
counting its days
winter after winter.
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I dream of tomorrow
When the world will be beautiful !
O how bright the day, how green
the grass !
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His colour told me
it was he.
I tried to name him
but
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A leaf detached from a tree
and
fell dancing upon the earth.
The turf said:
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A chrysanthemum espied a marigold
and said:
'Why hurry!
Stay a while.
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By the foot of a hill
a butterfly winged back trembling
to its home.
On the way
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In the mid summer

the leaves of young poplars
fell.
Only a few leaves
crowned them;
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