Melancholy Poem by Mahmoodul Haque Sayed

Up on the grave of my father some wild flowers had grown
as ill-luck would have it, neither I could spare time
nor I could afford to take care of them

After a couple of days those flowers had finished their earthly missions
but left behind some memories. Still sometimes in the quiet of the night
they make me down - make me cry

The whimsical star of good luck may bring good days
bring cheerful days for me again, but will those flowers
grow there up on the grave of my father once more?

Will those flowers again spread their own perfume there
around my family graveyard, where my grandpa, grandma
father and other kin are taking there eternal rest?

A long time ago the flowers had vanished one by one
then why do some pains yet
cause me melancholy again and again?