Living for love 

The birds are flying back with sun setting on the western sky and farmers returning home with herd of cows carrying their belonging,

A bunch of naked children are playing lavishly here and there beyond  eyes of  tiresome mothers taking bath in the ponds or canals leaving their bodies as pawn for a while,

See you not, retirement of their hard working day  is  being prepared for lovers’ long waiting,

And feeling of being together is coming back as if filling the empty jar with their undiminished  love.

The intermingling of nature and sanctity of moment change the whole surrounding air,

And  whistle of insects and shivering leaf of trees in the darkness of rainy dusk; the poet is imagining to create lover's paradise  and misses no chance.

The poet finds the standing trees in the darkness as women wrapping wet dress and  waiting to return home as shadow of mating pair,

And windy wind and rain bring the fearful trees close each other looking for a shelter near the tin-shade or the straw – cottage.

The poet’s mind nets the scenarios as imaginary face of a lovely lover as  rainbow of colorful texture,

And at the end of the day, the commotion of life ends and plunges into silence of dark night.

The blue sky wraps the landscape and distant horizon of our village as  green mattress of lover's  green mind of  lovely text,

And a desperate lover searches his lover in the darkness of night  with holding flooding moonlight.

If you and I miss not the scenarios, the smell of wet earth becomes mating perfume of the lover -pair in the darkness of  rainy  day  as gift of mother nature,

And at the end of the day, all  farmers  come back home with their loves making their love again as  true  as live.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 11.10

30.08.2018