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A tribute to Amjad Islam Amjad...

Posted: Sep 16, 2007 Sun 10:50 pm     Views: 312    Interacts: 0

As my admiration for the poet is extreme, I'll love to trans-create some of his poems in English (my lose grip on the language notwithstanding), neverthless, I'm extracting my share of pleasure from whatever I'm writing here. It is hoped the honourable poet wouldn't mind this rather immaturish effort;

A poem of Love....

When I'm remembered,
In the soft, enchanting gleam,
Of the moonlit sky,
Just gaze upon a star,
If it breaks apart,
and falls at your feet,
Understand!
It as a metaphor of my heart,
If it doesn't,
But how is it possible?
For something not to break apart,
Not to be oblivious of itself,
After receiving your glance.

Whenever I'm remembered,
Put a hand on the hesitant,
Currents of air,
I'll be found in the fragnance,
Search for me in the petals of roses,
And I'll be found in the mirrors of dew drops.

When to see a lit candle,
Understand,
Me to have burned with each fly,
You, with your hands put the ashes,
Of the burned flies,
Into the river,
Becoming dust, I'll wander across the oceans,
Halting over an unseen island,
I'll be calling for you,
While you set off on the voyage of oceans,
Just land on that island too,
Just land on that island too..


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