My Garden Poem by Nabi Azad
My Garden
Here is a garden of mine - blue,
here is a sky like - sesame.
If the garden is hidden,
why cry, broken, broken!
Here's a little sapling - I,
God knows silence - knows.
The wind is drunk and impatient - the eyes,
the earth is full of strangeness - disease.
Loved your garden, it's blue, its hiddenness, its sapling…. The insecurities, ambitions and expectations of a youth is what I read in this poem. Maybe, a tinge of sadness, impatience and disappointment too.5*.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/23/2025 2:55:03 PM # 1.0.0
I understand that you are from Bangladesh. May I invite you to read my poem 1971, Birth of a Nation…
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