Why I love
In Chaco some tree looks a vase
"He was man…" locals say
"…was lazy, sat at home; never worked,
saved water."
"Black bird was a girl…"
the same is for others…
Oruro is the best
everything was a man;
hills and sand
the mountains, and the rest.
This is why I love them
and their ways…
They are me in childhood
wandering in alleys and plains
the muddy birthplace,
everyone was part of
near, far, family
relative changing forms…
Origin of all forms of life is the same. No surprise if someone, in a religious festival narrates a tale in a folk song that that the tree looking like a vase was a man who did not use his hands. I love the message of the belief that man should work otherwise he will not face a good end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Origin of all forms of life is the same. The tree appearing like a vase was a man who did not use his hands and was made a tree, is a message that man should work to arrive at a good end.
Thank you dear Akhtar...