You Came Wearing The Tatters - Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova
You came wearing the tatters,
Exaggerating you burned appearance
The sorrow sparkles in your eyes
Causing pity of a human being.
You kept muttering, my anger
Has melted too from the love’s smoke.
The fragrance of paradise is coming
From the box which keeps your heart.
The baby grass would worship
My shadow rayed by the loves’ light
My hopes turning into dreams
Are crawling to my proud idea.
Behind the hidden curtain,
In what forms are your plays and tones
Who you are indeed, I want to see
When your image tears out by God’s decree.
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