Oh my small baby that sleeps
Enjoying the warmth of my chest
You too see the tree that I saw
You too see the flowery branches,
The spring that blooms the flowers,
The shades and the contentment
But, see not the trees burning
Oh dear, see the green leaves
And the dews that cool them
See the shyness of the grass tip
That blossoms self-immersed
But, see not the leaves charring
Oh my kid, see the land
See the moon grass on it
And the lotus bloomed in mud
That mirrors its face on moon
The embarrassment on its face
See them all eyes wide open
See not the barrenness spreading
Oh my young child, walk further
Listen to pure charming music
Surprise unfurls on the creepers
That crawled up on the fence
See the first rays of sun caress
The reed bushes after reaching
Like the snakes move around
In the reed bushes that became
A worship place for the villagers
Where the ancient hymns rise
Awake from the nap the reeds
Will hum the morning rhythm
Lend ears to this, not explosions
Take a stroll or two across the fields
The stems of paddy plants
Will play melodies for you
Flowery plants on the shores
Will call you with their hands
Rhythmically and the streams
Will sing sweet tunes for that
Smell not the discharging blood
With a sea of tears and folded hands
I beg your pardon my little child
Sitting even in this concrete jungle
I whisper in your ears green garden
At least, let a green dream unfold
In your deep and comfortable sleep
Let you not be hurt at least inside.
By Ismail Meladi
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