Farah Zahir's poem - Romance in Harvest


Monon Mukur Selected Poem


Romance in Harvest

Farah Zahir


With the courtyard filled with harvest colors

the golden flakes of paddy turns in fresh pink rice,

oh coy bird … why fake your shyness now

I know all your tricks … deceitful, yet nice!


With anklet and the lac-dyed feet

waving her rice-shade thin saree,

her dark eyes with a touch of kajal

enchants my mind, isn’t she the desiree!


In the aisle between the bangles

the sound hides in the wake of the melody, 

the heart turns wet in the misty night, 

hoping monsoon will emerge as a sweet threnody.


I weave dreams of happiness in the morning

may the courtyard fill with the light of romance,

may the sky break in a torrential stream

in the soil, in grains of gold, like a lance.


In sweaty prolonged prayers, 

the scent of happiness fills the air very near, 

when harvest calls in the fields in Kartik, 

your touch of love resonates in the heart, my dear.





© Farah Zahir

Published in Shobdo Mukur emag.



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