Poetry: My Sweet-Heart Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

She was born with me when
I inhaled the first breath;
In infancy she showed herself to me,
In the dim hazy colours of rainbow,
That floated in front of the eyes,
Like an astray flake of coloured cloud.

In childhood she flew in front of me,
Assuming the shape of butterfly,
Stayed close, lingered, hovered over,
The yellow blossomed mustard farms.

In boyhood before the years of maturity,
She played hide and seek,
And I chased her till I did exhaust,
She too oscillated me on the swing,
Under the huge banyan tree,
With thick cool shade.

In the years of adolescence
And the days of full ripeness,
I saw her smiling,
Under the bundle of too lush green grass,
She walked with heart-mincing graceful gait.

Now she dwells in the cottage of my heart,
Thatched with the dried tassels of dreams,
She wipes my tears, consoles me when I weep,
And supports, props my bent body, when I tumble.