I planted a jasmine, by caring,
On the sides of the river, some day.
By showering tears,
Spreading its branches,
By the golden feather of dreams.
Its strings were touched by the breeze,
Which came in silent?
Why did it was stolen,
On the second day of its life,
And caged into the darkness.
Today, I couldn’t hear the song of the mother parrot,
Who sings by clapping her hands with bangles …
I did not feed the lovely birds and squirrels.
When the angels came,
By sleighing on the sky,
I didn’t have jasmine flowers to welcome them.
Even I did not have the pearls and gold ...
If spring of honey had come again
As a friend to butterflies,
If everlasting smile,
Mixed by beauty had given again in each lips ….
If peacocks had danced again …
If rainbow had come again …
If birds had sung again …
If dreams were blossomed again …
