Beauty
queen
I
see the beauty queen strolling in the garden and beautifying
everything in the garden's corner as blossomed flower,
And
morning birds
whistle from the trees and greet the beauty queen as making up beauty in
the parlor.
At
night, she shows up wearing a blue Indian dress in my dream and
walking slowly in my house and move every where,
When
I woke up from my sleep, she was
already gone leaving no trace of her presence anywhere.
I
remember not long ago
though, a beautiful
woman with back-brushed and long hair calling me as my mother
dear,
And
I begin searching her again as my mother who
loves melody song or
love lovely blossomed
flower.
Now
I remember my mother
never ceased
talking about human and humanity, love story, lovers or beauty
queen,
We
used to talk about changing beautiful
nature, age or
composition of songs, love story of Cleopatra, Queen
of Sheba and Lord Krishna as lovers of
religion.
See
you not, many of us
want to remain young
and beautiful rewinding past by
searching pearl in the
fathomless sea water,
But
we all forget about
the changes of nature
and changing green
trees into grey
and bald-headed during
the winter.
See
you not, our lost
hopes revive again and
become thicker,
beautiful and greener ,
Let
us wish , all our Queens, Kings, Princesses and Princes live longer
as young and beautiful as dreamer.
Faruque
Mirza
Brussels:
23.10
01.09.2018