o flower
why am I born as air?
though God gave me a chance
to be a shinning star.
in dream I see you
in work I paint you
in sleep I smell you.
what good would I do
if I am a star?
I could be nothing
but whistling air.
o flower
I am born to love you.
would you allow me?
would you?
© Arun Maji
Painting: Morteza Katouzia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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