POEM
For a New Poem
Translated by M Harunur Rashid
While I thought deeply of the spring, the winter came
With its bare boughs and topless trees
There's a world of dreams in the brown leaves and dust
Before the leaf-gatherers come and the Shaliks take over,
A morning has lost its way in the dense fog
I too am standing on the way
Deep inside me there's a tall bare tree
Spreading out green boughs for a new poem.
*From: The Story of Bones and Other Poems (Shamabesh, 2012)
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