Native Place

.

 I know every corner 

 of that house 

 How many birds live 

 on which tree & branch of that house 

 How many came and went

 in their house 

 I know everything...  

 .

 I heard their lullaby 

 

 in autumn, spring & winter 

 Paddy at each house in late autumn 

 Oh how happy they are

 Foods spread in the field of ripe paddy 

 ...  in the household yard

 How many honey months 

 they live here.

 .

 The day I brought Jasmine sapling 

 the leaves were soft & tender 

 Even today its branches 

 are full in flowers 

 At the top of the bamboo garden

 how much the moon & fireflies talk 

 .

 Lying on the roof,

 

 how many times

 I face the stars in moonlight night 

 I have seen...  

 how many stars fall to the end 

 Believe me, I never told you 

 about any of my wishes. 

 .

 The pain of birds & trees 

 in summer & monsoon 

 permeates my life today 

 Still I have to go far...  

 far away to my native place

 The memory of father & grandfather

 fill my chest and 

 there are pictures of mother, brother  

 and sisters together. 

 As soon as I close my eyes 

 the memory opens...  

 all those days float by 

 In fact nothing can be lost

 everything remains

 In the secret locker of mind...