I did not write you down in poetry
Least my readers discover you badly-
Pleading my poetic weakness;
I did not paint your face on canvas
Least my viewers devalue you-
Pleading my trembling retouch of the brush.
I wanted to make a narrow castle
Like a cocoon of a moth
And then a free fly to the Heaven.
So l plant you at the deepest Earth of my heart,
Where my lungs provide air and my blood,
As a postman, carries temperature and water.
My young-ling love sprouts to a big shade- tree
Like an umbrella over my head.
Your boughs are scattered over my full body,
My heart beats shake your hanging boughs,
And your quivering quivers my calm body
As if I play a spontaneous dance.
You are my ever green love tree
That prevents the pollution
At the very start my eyes start
To get polluted on others' sights.
R~sk nurul huda @ Songs of 26.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem