The Blue Bell
Poem By Saima Sharif
Beneath the bell- like petals,
I can see a blue bruise for unknown cries,
It hides its shy face
When I wipe my tearful eyes.
With the dusty wind blown by the arriving train,
It waves its bell in gay,
And stoop down with sorrow
When the train passes away.
With the smile of the sunshine from a distant hill,
The blue bell shines like a pair of earrings of ocean pearl;
The glitter flushes in my heart with a long cherished dream
That starts to glow like the pearlscent waterfall.
I cuddle the blue bell
To soothe my pain,
I can feel the solitary breath of it among the hundreds of woods,
Delivering the sweetest hue
When I walked away along the serpentine roads.