I ferry a big fat book on my back to read
I read it mostly not..for my eyes can't see
Not that I am blind
but 'coz they steal the light away
God the sun and
the driver the tube light..
When doth my journey to home take flight.
When I doth scarcely read it
i loose myself to it
I turn the pages as though I live by another life
The brother sister intrigues me as mine
I grieve desperately at their loss and
clutch my brother's hand
Lest he too drift away from me
as did pari midst the sand.
I live a dozen lives more
while hoping for pari to meet her abollah
And then my faith sinks
as does pari's wrinkles rise
A question lingers..
Will she remember to remember abdullah
then as a silver lining comes a call
Tells pari the story of her history et al
The oak tree, the swing, the house
the cart, the shadow of a burly canine
a soft fatherly touch eludes her
Canst she fathom how
time has brought to her
the sweet nothings of sentience
She had been living for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Snehal. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks