Grow Higher
Grow higher
That sun I perceived when I took birth—
Not that sun now exists over my head
With scolding heat,
Under the frantic shadowless sky I walk
In the darkness, in the turmoil of arid wind
With sluggish tormented mind,
Rain lost its mist, no dew drops,
The earth is in dire need of
Shadows, mists and dews,
I want to feel the glow of sun again
That dawned the horizon and rocked me
In the cradle, I see the trees spread
Their deepest roots within the earth,
With buds, leaves and flowers grow
Higher and higher.
Copyright © Mustofa Munir | Year Posted 2018
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