Talk to me, javas, talk to me -- <br />What austerities did you do to get Syama Ma's feet? <br />Torn from your stems on illusion's plants, <br />Falling scattered to the ground at Her feet, <br /> You got liberation <br /> Bursting open <br /> Beside yourselves with joy. <br />If only I could learn from your example <br />My life might bear fruit. <br />Thousands of sweet-smelling flowers bloom in the woods, <br />And they're all such beauties! So how come <br /> You got Ma's feet? <br /> You're just ignoran't javas! <br /> <br />Crimson like you at the Mother's feet, <br />When will they be flowers <br /> Offered to Her, blessed by Her? <br />When will they turn red <br /> At the touch of Her feet? <br />When will they, just like you, blush scarlet -- <br /> These dull petals of my mind?<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talk-to-me-javas-talk-to-me/
