The Scarlet Streams by Asif Sultan Matta

The Scarlet Streams
Asif Sultan Matta

Thou ask me about the autumnal beauty
And the full charm of the Chinar tree?

Let me thank thee for reminding
The inert beauty of my hapless valley,
Let thou trust me that we--
We’ve forgotten this abode of glee.

Can there be anything to please
A fearful heart with anxieties?

Can a dying man rejoice
The delicious food of his choice?
Can a betrayed lover savour
The night’s silence and day’s glitter?

Can a motherless child enjoy
The catchy playthings and lifeless toys?
Can a heart broken be marvelled
By the yellow falling leaves of maple!

My comrade, our sun rises and burns
The blooming flowers and green ferns;
The Chinar leaves scornfully sing
The litany of mockery at our bleak spring!

The woeful mothers
Who rehearsed madrigals,
To sing in their sons’ nuptials
Are crooning now the elegies
On their sons’ funeral!

Thou art inquiring of Kashmir, my dear!
‘Tis swamped with the tempest of fear
And takes away the beauty and our dreams
Only we witness are the scarlet streams!

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