Oh Asana!!
Fairest of all our village maids!
Mma Rahi says your birth was in the forest shades
She says there were green leaves and glimpses of the sky,
She knew you’d be mine, looking into your infant eye.
Fairest of all our village maids!
Mma Rahi says your birth was in the forest shades
She says there were green leaves and glimpses of the sky,
She knew you’d be mine, looking into your infant eye.
Your trips to the village stream when a child,
And when you broke Mma’s only pot in the wild,
I remember cos I was there with you admiring the beauty of the place
Even then, I could feel the love in your heart and on your face.
On that day when the twilight fell on the trees and rocks
And when my fingers were lost in the shade of your dreadlocks;
My hand around your waist began to weave the weaves.
Playfully, we did something sweet behind the leaves
When the play was over, only “tita” the bird, sung in the atmosphere serene
And I wondered, “what we have done, has heaven also seen?”
Your eye lashes had carried a guilty – sweet look
And I read your curvy figure as if it were a book
The nim trees and the shea trees saw us against each other pressed
As I did what a baby does to a mother’s breast
It was all over – clothes back on body and pretense filled the air
Out from our calm solitudes, we went back to the village square.
We are still innocent, after all, we were not caught on tape!!!
by Abdul Hayi Moomen
And when you broke Mma’s only pot in the wild,
I remember cos I was there with you admiring the beauty of the place
Even then, I could feel the love in your heart and on your face.
On that day when the twilight fell on the trees and rocks
And when my fingers were lost in the shade of your dreadlocks;
My hand around your waist began to weave the weaves.
Playfully, we did something sweet behind the leaves
When the play was over, only “tita” the bird, sung in the atmosphere serene
And I wondered, “what we have done, has heaven also seen?”
Your eye lashes had carried a guilty – sweet look
And I read your curvy figure as if it were a book
The nim trees and the shea trees saw us against each other pressed
As I did what a baby does to a mother’s breast
It was all over – clothes back on body and pretense filled the air
Out from our calm solitudes, we went back to the village square.
We are still innocent, after all, we were not caught on tape!!!
by Abdul Hayi Moomen
