Bees dance.
Fragrance
so dear
in air.
All say:
‘Sayeed Day! ‘
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When she says,
All my daysdie.Life loses lightEmbracing night.
Do you tell me to set my roots into air?
Raise the slogan of storm and seize the blue skyWith their palms, being isolated from soil?Do you call it living? Say, this continual isolationOf a tree and soil, is it the name of living?Think of that soil, o Love, on whose breastThere exist no trees, no carpet of herbs, leaves and grass,Where no farmer comes…
I have forgotten her face once I loved.
I have forgotten her love which made me insane.I have forgotten all- meat, fish, sweets and ice-cream.What is love then when it’s lost forever?What is life then when it’s frost forever?
Forget me not,
Forget day hot,Keep night with thee.I will touch youIn thought, in dream.My love soft dew,Summer’s ice-cream.Forget me not,I won’t too you.You my sweet thoughtCalm, green, soft, new.
I sigh for you, Lorena, day and night-
as a mother sighs for lost son-daughterand falling on soil a fish for water.I sigh in waking and in sleep I sigh;I die and get alive, again I die.
Soil,
Don’t be a mother;Child-traffickers, like mad dogs,Are moving everywhere.Don’t conceive any green more,Don’t conceive any forest;The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers,Are sharpening their axes.O Soil,Rather become a desolate graveyard,Rather become a melancholic desert.