Monday, June 04, 2007


A Message

It’s the same weather.
The rain’s laughter
rings in the trees, echoes.
Their green branches
wear golden flowers
and smile thinking of someone.
The breeze is a scarf, again the light-pink.
The path to the garden that knows us
is looking for us.
The moment of moon-rise
is waiting for us.

-- Parveen Shakir


پروین شاکر شاعری پاکستانیست که اشعارش با اشعار فروغ فرخزاد مقایسه می شود.