Salaam Paris - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
Spirited copper colored
Stranger has come with thirsty heart.
Oh! la Seine-
I am the child of mother Ganges
Drinking your milk want to be indebted.
Here is my lip.
News for you
Accept the voice.
What do you want?
Take the fore finger.
Breaking each word of my poetry
Spreads intoxicated smell of spring.
You can call me in any name
The tree, the river, blue sky-eye
I know- man comes from broken ward.
If in this residence made of compact brick and stone
Coming and going of word is stopped, then
Flower does not bloom,
Butterfly feels pain.
Comments about Salaam Paris by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye