Grow cypress grow
Grow to see more scenes in the far away
Forests lighting in the sunny day
Grow to bring us many nice story
Telling us of happiness, of glory
Grow cypress
Grow little birds sleep well in the nest
Growing up at rest
No greedy hand touches their fate
No scary one catches their pure state
Before learning to fly
Passing by high and dry
Grow cypress
Grow thinking us to reach the unknowing sun
Tell it a missing tale, our longing yarn
Recall it shining into the dark putting down
Grow cypress
Grow before footsteps coming
We fail under feet crushing
Before ax comes to you cutting
Grow cypress grow
You have to stick in the mind
Tale of hope oppressed on the ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful wish for cypress to grow...a symbol of life and hope for the poet. Well penned.
Many Thanks dear Nosheen, for reading my poem and your beautiful comment