Umbilical Cord Poem by manzar jahangir

I, like the iris flower,
Of cane!
Swing being washed and bathed,
Lustre being erect,
Spread my green-gray and silver hair,
The lover becomes mad;
One who looks at me;

The cool-west-wind
kisses me in winter,
At noon,
And when the night prevails,
Over the pole,
The winter's night
Feels hard to wane.
I know not;
How many years and centuries,
Touched my fair-body,
Embraced me,
And passed away!

An unseen sorrow,
Bubbles and boils under my bosom,
I am to be cut from the earth,
Like umbilical cord,
But not a penny would be,
Thy value'Manzar'!