My Prince of Parallelogram
Salam Tomba *
Paint, ah! paint,
Paint me, as you like
when and how you've turned a painter
I didn't know.
paint! I'm standing before you.
I'm so simple a creature
I bear only two fruits, ripe and sweet
that's meant for your children
and another thing I come with
I keep still hidden only for you;
paint then, as you liked me.
But you won't know me at all.
Every night
you searched
opening every page of my heart
as if I'm keeping something hidden?
No, I keep nothing in secret.
I'm, rather, the flower
that ever bloom'd opening
all what it possessed.
Or could you see a mother-bird
that broods inside its nest
upon a leafless branch
amid the lashes of thunder-storm
spreading its wings to cover the eggs
while biting by the beak the nest to save
that bird too is none but myself.
When you couldn't find me
as you searched tearing me off
you're still trying to draw
some sketches of mine, a mere visage.
Then, paint, paint me!
to your heart's content
I stand still in front of you.
For me,
though the sun, the moon deviate
their courses, I'll remain ever,
the same as I had been
and as I be now.
* Poem written by Salam Tomba for Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition)
This poem was webcasted on March 12 2015.
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