Fayaz Bhat Poet Free verse

On Showing Her My Hometown

See there, the flowering fields,
To the afar—with flies the mustards dance
Under the sunny spring’s sweet sky.

See there the snowy crags and gorge,
There the foresty slopes;
 There the stony mount’s half-lit and half-hid in clouds’ shade.

See there to the cloudy high-horizons
Deep vales occur after wild woods
Where nomads have their summer-huts.

See there how the almond gardens hang
Flowering along the foot-hill.

See there in the country lived the sofi poet
Who loved women and children
And urged all to love;
Whose is the famous song
“Afsoos dunya……..”
There‘s held in his honor, a day, every spring,
Valley’s famous singers sing his songs 
And dance on stage.
And the audience served bread and tea.

See there in the old town
He had an academy, our national poet’s teacher:
A Poet, Persian scholar of his time;
No matter now’s only known to few.

See there in the highs, rush the snowy rills,
The rocky creeks hurry and growl,
There, and there, beneath the willows’ clumps—
Wild sparrows hop on the tender twigs,
 Kiss and dance and sing.

See, there is the Persian saint’s shrine
Who would step on a stone
And make a mark.

So say o sweetie say!
Shouldn’t I be as humble—as I am.

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