Literary Translation of An Eco Poem
If I, ever again, caress my nostalgia to those dense greeneries, to those forests , out there
Breathe air through my lungs, fresh air
Touch every single tree, the spiral plants, a trivial beauty, unnoticed, unknown
I will be my best mannerism there in apology , as I , who destroyed the greeneries, for those,too long, all gone.
For the rattling sounds that shake through the ground, to the unsettling one, I , the hopeless one,
Will plead to the authority, to whom it may concern “ Close the surging one, that rises to the wild,
Open thyself to your soul within, to preserve the forest we endeared, the river that knew us, once for a child.
If I, ever again, caress my nostalgia, to the deepest sea
I will rinse all my fallen leaves, still lingered in me, in nothingless, that could camouflage a sin,one scene true.
A fathomless try, still, too sharp an abstraction to even try to articulate , any further, as all may know
It did take a whole world within, where they sighed and shrugged , for a long pause, an utter nothingness. Too,
Then, in desolation and remnants , we shall stand to rise. “Be thyself, in purity and truth. The sea is in you.”
Through the surging foamy oceanic high, learn to try, to wash away the filth, for an expiation. Salvation.
If I, ever again, caress my nostalgia to the mountains, out there
My absentminded gaze will find at last , the frozen white, a spellbound sparkle, on the mountaintop
The morning sunlight will touch the icy zone, the impeccable beauty of a silence, too piercing a chill, to sustain
I am certain , it will be a mind blowing oblivious nemesis in me, they all knew the dark shades in me
I will find an apologetic alibi , to trace you back , Where I , and the crowd, the uptown talks merge on the verge
And I will petition to understanding ones, to assure to be
An evocative mountain top , still covered in snow, may revere for you,
for an eternity, blooming in the most vibrant fall colors, in becoming so!
(Incomplete)
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Tamanna Ferdous
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