The beauty queen

I see the beauty queen strolling in the garden and beautifying everything in the    cosy corner ,

The morning birds whistle from the trees and greet the beauty queen as she is making up beauty in the parlour.

At night, she shows up wearing a blue dress in my dream and walking slowly and loiter in my house and see everywhere,

When I wake up from my sleep, I see ,she is already gone leaving no trace of her presence anywhere.

I remember not long though, a beautiful woman with back-brushed and long hair calling me as my mother or darling lover,

And I begin  searching her as my mother , a beloved lover, melody song or a blossomed flower.

Now I remember, my loving mother and me never cease talking about human and humanity, love story, lovers , angel or beauty Queen,

We used to talk about changing nature, age, composition of songs, love story of Cleopatra, queen of Sheba , Lord Krishna as lover’s loving religion.

See you not, we want to remain young and beautiful rewinding our past as searching pearl in the fathomless sea water,

But we all forget to see the changes of nature ,changing trees into bald-headed again during the winter.

See you not, the forests and our hopes revive again becoming thicker, beautiful, thoughtful as living greener,

Let us wish , all our Queens, Kings, Princesses and Princes live longer as young and beautiful as lover dreamer.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 23.49

08.04.2019