Are you? <br />You are reading inscription <br />Of my silence with so much interest, <br />Say something so that your words <br />May become title of this poem, <br />Raise your eyes and see <br />So that this evening may get its identity, <br />In front of the window, <br />Half emerging moon bears some queries, <br />And my silence cannot respond. <br /> <br />The delicate fingers of the wind, <br />Fondle the flowers of petunia, <br />Place upon my table; <br />They too perhaps do not have answer, <br />Of tricky questions <br />Of the melancholic panting moments. <br />Tomorrow these flowers <br />Will not be on my table but the wind <br />Shall come through half opened window <br />In search of them, <br />And nattering to the half-moon in front of the window will leave farther away, <br />Then who knows what may happen. <br /> <br />But today when you are beside me, <br />Infuse fragrance of you voice <br />Into these decaying flowers of petunia, <br />Which I have not cast-off yet <br />While waiting for your arrival.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/decaying-flowers-of-petunia/
