The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I am a tree with bright flowers
And dripping fruits;
But there is a snake in my branches
Somewhere.
No one is brave enough to kill it,
And I can’t do it myself.
Boys won't come to me
For my fruits,
Girls won't pick flowers from me
For their lovers.
The newly wed
Won't sit under me for a photograph,
And the old man
Won't sit under me to read a book.
And one day
I'll die.
And the snake
Will go searching for another tree.
And one day
I'll die,
And they'll say
How I brightened up the hills,
How the grass around me now dies without shade.
And they'll say
How I caught the run-away kite for the boy,
And how I gave my branches for the nests;
At least until the snake ate the eggs.
They’ll say
How badly they wanted me.
They'll finally realise
I could not have killed the snake in my own branches.
I want to die
So that they'll love me
For the first time.
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