Thursday, December 14, 2006

Translations of Few Poems by Parveen Shakir

Petal to petal, spore to spore
Rumors of love, spread, door to door
Like the sweet scent, of a blooming rose
He courted me, ever so slow
How can I say
he has left me He is here
no more The infamy of this truth
I cannot ignore
Wherever he went
he returned He came back to me
His fickle virtue is enough
To keep me happy
May, he, be in your arms
The one, you adore May
the night of separation
Never knock on your door
As he lay his healing palm
On my torrid brow
A feeling of rejuvenation
Reached deep into my soul

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