Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

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Mesfakus Salahin

Accepting ls Life

‎No illusion, no love;

‎No light, no shadow;

‎No conversation of contentment in life

‎A diagram of the difference is in the paths

‎If I am on this path, you are different

‎The caterpillars of dissatisfaction spread across the cultivated land

‎A fence of weeds is all around

‎There is a severe drought across our Mahananda.

‎No day, no night;

‎No eyes in the eyes, no hands in the hands;

‎No heart in the flowers.

‎The embryo of love is  bound by the chains of time

‎Seeing from one side of the river to the other

‎The boat of blame floats on the water’s surface

‎The moments of the village play throughout the world

‎Turning the pages of the calendar, thinking of mistakes as flowers.

‎No moon, no stars;

‎No song of the clouds, no poetry of the rain;

‎No blue sky across the sky.

‎Different planets under one roof.

‎Wrong trees in every corner of the world.

‎The rain of acting is on the branches of the Kadamba tree.

‎Dreams are broken by the sharpness of silence.

‎The rain is pouring down, but the rain is not touched.

‎No seasons, no cycles;

‎No color of the black peak, no beauty of youth;

‎No tide of excitement

‎The sigh of the night pierces the sound of rain

‎The light is eaten away by specks

‎A bird’s wings lose their life force in the yellowing

‎The lost traveler walks with wounded hands

‎Who knows when the boat will arrive at the pier?

‎Hang the volcano of mistakes on my fingertips

‎You pass unnoticed, your list of mistakes

‎Arrange the braids of hair on volcanic rocks

‎Let n’t me decorate  the rainy heart

‎Deep love thirsts for spanish cherry to explain the reason

‎The spanish cherry cries, the kiss line on her forehead is a dead river

‎Jasmine wakes up and sees the empty eyes of the morning

‎The sun, swaying in the rain water, melts in the sky

‎I store the pain of the night in the moon

‎The moon of separation melts in the explosion of neurons

‎The ribs spread across the chest in the gust of wind.

‎The tomb of dead memories walks across the sands of the Mahananda 

‎Tears roll down in the eyes of time

‎Tears freeze in the wounded heart

‎The blossoming flower of love loses its fragrance

‎I have to accept it – so accepting is life!

3 thoughts on “Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

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  2. Wow. This line, “Hang the volcano of mistakes on my fingertips”. Wow. Wow. Wow. This whole poem just “wow” from beginning to end. Anguish that sings to a wounded heart. Pain always instructs my favourite poets, that and emotional isolation, consolation, and the shapes of loneliness. Thank you for accepting the calling of poet.

  3. Beatiful poem. It moves in so many dimensions that one cannot help but think.

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