Under the Chinar Tree, by a poem by Asif Sultan Matta
Under the Chinar Tree
05-01-2017
Why shouldn't I recollect that lively tryst?
when my shoulder had felt light
And heavy at the same time
Heavy with love
and lightened from onus
Your face tenderly rubbing against it
under that naked maple tree,
In that autumn when gold leaves,
falling and carressing our faces,
Giving a fair pledge of our spring:
Our dreams rising up, unlike the leaves
and being written in an invisible diary,
Our blossoms were blushing
and smiling in merry.
Had sooth, had calm,
Had an uncanny tranquillity.
~Asif Sultan Matta
05-01-2017
Why shouldn't I recollect that lively tryst?
when my shoulder had felt light
And heavy at the same time
Heavy with love
and lightened from onus
Your face tenderly rubbing against it
under that naked maple tree,
In that autumn when gold leaves,
falling and carressing our faces,
Giving a fair pledge of our spring:
Our dreams rising up, unlike the leaves
and being written in an invisible diary,
Our blossoms were blushing
and smiling in merry.
Had sooth, had calm,
Had an uncanny tranquillity.
~Asif Sultan Matta
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