Will the cherry blossom again
In the greens of Hanshan hills
Like a garland thrown from the heavens
On crown above the mirror still
Will the woodpecker peck again
Willfully on the woods of pine
Roving from wood to wood
In the search of tree sap fine
Will the shrivelled boatman sing again
The songs of Jiangsu on a moonlit night
About the girl flower Jasmine
who withered in love as she pined.
How can it be forgotten…
The pearl and peonies
The wisterias trellis in the pavilion of moon
The poem about a girl’s fingers of jade
Songs mellifluous on the melancholic flute.
Carrying in the cauldron of soul
The senses and essence of the east
To wistfully muse within me
In the company of solitude.
- Pushkar Gunjan ( Nov 18, 2007)
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