Poem – The Flute Player

 Soft and enchanting music

 

Opened the gates of heaven;

 

I tiptoed out of breath

 

In a garden of gorgeous flowers;

 

Intoxicated by the scent of the flora

 

Of all beauty

 

I tilted slightly

 

Almost lost myself;

 

Enthralled by the sweetest of the sweet fragrance

 

I fell under the charm of the flute player

 

Anita Bacha

Music

Poetry – A Leaf of Your Tree

Poetry of Anita Bacha

Of your tree so mighty

I am a leaf so green and tiny

Neither an apple nor a fig

I hold on to a twig

In winter I shiver and I freeze

In summer I sway in the breeze

Drenched in torrential rain

I cry in grief and pain

Scalded in the burning sun

I shrivel and I shun

A creeper I long to mime

My arms enlacing you

Heavenly heights to climb

My soul enrobing you

– Anita Bacha –