Bahar 2
Once, one of male friends
Came to me as my guest.
Had brought a package,
Possibly, gift, birthday.
It was wrapped in papers,
With good taste, scarlet.
Said: "For you, " and handed,
Tenderly, I opened…
Could feel book in centre
Of many gift papers…
Finally saw cover:
"All about the women."
Looked at the author's name,
Went through the pages.
First was white and blank
And the same to the last.
He laughed loud with end note:
"Even God hasn't known! "
Came to me Bahar and
Took my mind to that time…
Could, can I, will ever
Learn about the women?
She arrived like breeze
Soon after turned to wind.
Hurricane and thunder
She became, waved and went!
I, sort of celebrate
But my heart is saddened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A romantic expression has been made by you. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.