Chaar Chinar The Four Chinar Trees Poem by Birjais Zahira

She slipped for a stride
A wake up call echoed
Her eyes glided through Dal Lake
And rested over those trees

The island was just a dream
She could feel the water
The rushing old waves of shikara
Turning into a chinar dream

The love those leaves fluttered
The angelic spring cried
The rusty leaves crushed
A lovers autumn instead

The daylight listed in glory
And the nights struggled to live
The silent tears of valor
The endless promise within

So many fights were fought
And the reconciliations whispered throughout
The sudden gusts of wind
And the talking trees in delight

I remember the flooded island
The helpless might drowned
Every memory collapsed in
Under the broken esteem


So it is gloom, they say
The trees, they seldom talk
the whisperings have stopped
Dawning into a silenced glory

Maybe the lost can rejuvenate
Reversed back in shady desire
Like the once boulevard dream

Circling back to chaar chinar.