38.
Ode to the Mountain Garden
By JH Sayyar
1
I reach in the garden at the mountain top,
I sit on a pew alone, birds play around me,
Flying over the mountain goats’ crop,
I take no interest in it, just woe and worry,
Birds’ twitter over my head cuckoos and dove
Nightingale and thousands of peeping larks,
Make me happy, my sad heart remains sad,
Rain, rainbow, clouds come when I see above,
Cute tiny piping birds like playing sharks,
Mountain butter flies dance but I was not glad.
2
I hear a parrot’s and a Maina’s talk aside,
“Smell bearing flowers, twittering in the sky,
Stupefying cool breeze, the garden wide,
Not our land, sad heart releases a sigh,
Heavy eyelids and trembling fingers
Warm tears rolling down swiftly like rain,
Heavy pains and woes reflect a sad face,
Face: words’ mirror, woe over head lingers,
Slowly my heart and mind all are slain,
Now a statue of bone with an impressing grace
3
I try to lessen grief, fail, I recall all days,
My stay at Swat with my love, all alone,
Among the mountains, falling golden rays,
Shine pearls in lake, my heart does moan
Now a ray of happiness, in the dark world,
Good days come; I leave the place in eve,
Bad days teach us; realities of the world,
Hidden in false promises, as yeast in curd
Love: trust, but ladylove: mistrust, men grieve,
In pursuing false glee, men live full of strife
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