Momento
All my life, I have been
loving her, a beautiful wife giving me four kids , riches and honors, the days
flow, the weeks flow, the years flow on, thirty two rainy season have passed.
Listen to the sound of
endlessly of falling leaves, rustling,
rustling down, without cease, and the sound of water flowing thru small ditch
in front of our house.
My grey hairs is within the
brightness of the moonlight, the moon's reflected on the water a few feet away,
on the soft grasses, i fall asleep peacefully curled together in the night .
The moonlight is moving slowly down while the cold wind and moon disturb the clear night on the
landscape of valleys and hills.
Waking up by the fragrance
of wild flowers in mountain forest which
has just begun to bloom without a trace, blown by morning's winds to cherish
me.
The sky's water has fallen,
rain drop has not harmed the row of wild flowers which begins to green
again, high to mountain top.
Every day I return home as
lonely as I always be, routine likes honey bees go deeper and deeper between the flowers
looking for honey as i wish we should not be apart.
I do not dare to weep or to
shout , fearing to disturb the lover in heaven where the beautiful
paradise's flower are redder than the
red rose flowers, vie in beauty.
I thought I see a band of
lights reflected in the ripples over the broad water by the railing of the wind
and sun thru my bedroom window.
And…….I started to feel my
days are empty through the drizzly rain with wet soil's fragrance floats around
mist and rain, so fine.
Syafuan Gani
End January 2013
Doha, Qatar
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