Rich
by Nadia AnjumanOne day my thoughts, instead of a chill
will bring fireworks
One day my eyes will be wide open
such that
in seeing the shrunken leaves of the ocean, they continue flowing
One day my hands will become weavers
and upon life’s wasteland of a body
spin a gown with wheat and flowers
One day a lullaby
will bring sleep to the weary eyes of homeless children
One day I will sing praise
to the spirit of fire
with soothing songs of rain
On that day
I will write a rich and exalting poem
with the sweetness of a tree’s fruit and the beauty of the moon
Sarataan 1380 / Summer 2001
translated from Dari by Diana Arterian & Marina Omar