POETRY

STARS

Tis as a token of my gratitude " baray Rafigh Majid." And many thanks for rekindling those old memories of roof top afternoons with blue skies and beautiful white clouds.....

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STARS

One night I will return to my
birthplace

to pick stars

from my rooftop.

Father says:” Look, there

don't you see the Seven Brothers?”

I extend my arm

and touch their naked swords.

Then the nightly fighting ensues

we defeat the moon-eating Dragons

and in the dark corners of the sky

plant carnations of stars.

In the morning Mother says: “ look

there, don't you see the Two Sisters?”

I extend my arms

and touch their water-jugs.

They are the messengers of rain full
clouds

and by the dawn, they are gone.

Oh brothers! Oh sisters!

One night I will return to my
birthplace,

beneath the sky of my childhood

to recover my stars.

Lovely!

One of your best, Majid jan!

Meloncholic and moving...with a very strong imagery.