প্রবাসী মেলবন্ধনে Arslan Bayir (Turkey)

প্রবাসী মেলবন্ধনে Arslan Bayir (Turkey)

THE WOMAN AND HER HAIR

  You promised when you left You weren’t going to cut your hair It would fall off your shoulders Like a weeping willow, It would cover your waist It would be blown in the wind, strand by strand Then It would hide our secrets And it would be my pillow In my dreams. What happened To your grape-black hair, woman? You promised You wouldn’t dye your braided hair Did you afraid of growing old? As your temples turn gray You would say autumn has come, You would only apply henna to your hair What happened to your hair, woman? Did your eyes lie? Are you afraid of dark circles under your eyes And of wrinkles? But you would be just as beautiful anyway If you hadn’t cut your earthy black hair It would cover your cheek dimples When you smile. Was it too difficult for you To compete against time? Is a day worth a month? There were months you were waiting for Hopefully. I knew your pride, but I would ask you To keep every strand of hair. Year turns into months, months into days A way it would be found, I would run with the wind With the clouds And I would rain over you I would fall out of your hair To the exhausted lands I would kiss your seed Just like the ground kisses it, Exactly the same.