I watched it grow in my garden,
a tall plant from a minute seed,
multi-coloured flowers t'has blossomed,
unearthly, seated among overgrown weed.
A few days into it's youth,
it was mine and mine only,
but as other people gathered around,
it became 'our's' not 'mine' solely.
Jealousy welled up in me
as my neighbour called to it, 'So sweet! '
She was singing to it the same tune
to which, the plant'd danced on my beat..
I am its sole possessor,
how can she own it, now?
but t'was given to me for keepsake so
i handed it to her with a bow.
Tis nature's property, not mine,
all people over it have a right,
it'll slip from your fingers if
you try to hold on with all your might..
But to glimpse me someday,
it'll put up a good fight
'I am your lover, brother, and best friend,
as you have provided me living light....'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it'll slip from your fingers if you try to hold on with all your might.. These lines are beautiful....nice one...