Illness or Emptiness

Muhammad Farid Hasan

A sudden illness on the porch of sorrow

The afternoon gleams with light

Gentle river, tranquil water-life

Mountains in the distance, nature awakens.

The seagull of poetry flies away

Evening tea brings a procession of stories

The moon calls by name

The moonlit girl takes the mind away,

The night of Falgun lengthens.

There is no sorrow market on the porch

A secret commotion in curious eyes,

Tenderness fills the yard;

the house bears deep resentment.

When you arrive,

The empty house fills in an instant

Words resonate, a Baul’s ektara plays

When you smile,

Sorrow disappears from the melancholic porch

A deep illness takes hold.

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Azahar

[Globally renowned poetry journal]

Edited by: Jose Luis Rubio Zarzuela

printed in Spain.

issue: June 2025