Callalily by Kalayaan 

calla
Beautiful flower sprung in the stream
Calla lily is her name, what a lovely name

has sought the morning glow
feed this lonely stream of you may
as stones mixed of morning mist
love birds sung a hymn of morning glory!

As Khayyam sit and prayed
watching the growing spring,
edge of a meadow in full bloom,
this world is like a twigs – a piece
the tree might not known

Hum, hum, hum hum, hum
stir this filthy eyes with new sight
Calla lily, generous of it’s petals
has little prince bee might see
so fickle pinkish buds sense maybe 

resting pace at its stalk I see

May rest in the rhythm of the waves
feel the music of wind creates
glades with me blades of grasses
in a painted eternity’s natures scenes
where Aphrodite beauty hauls

where are others flowers blooms ?
along side this Calla lily of love bloom
rains reaches out to hungry field of ray
fragrant hone a reach in a silent of May
you will stay and never astray
feed this love birds anew
so may soar high in the blue sky
so may soar high far in the star!

Jan, 2017

* Khayyam or Omar Khayyam was an Arab poet.

 

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