The trees that flower
may extend their hands to the pitiful us
and ask us to walk with them,
learn a bit more about beginnings,
about the ends that we must eventually be.
Tell me, in those moments of hope
am I allowed to want?
What should I do with the people
I have abandoned, about the things
I can’t be forgiven for?
On the new roads,
am I allowed to keep the heart that I once had?
How do I grow up into someone
who doesn’t have to put effort to be kind,
who can smile without guilt?
Do I even deserve that?
Published by Nayana Nair
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing.
Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)
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So many of us think we don’t deserve something that we patently do. A beautiful poem Natana
Thanks dear 🙂 Really glad that you liked my poem 🙂
Gli alberi che fioriscono
possono tendere le mani a noi pietose
e chiederci di camminare con loro,
apprendere un po’ più sulle origini
su quelli che dobbiamo eventualmente diventare.
Dimmi, in quei momenti di speranza
cosa posso volere?
Cosa dovrei fare con le persone
che ho abbandonato, per le cose per le quali
non posso essere perdonata?
Sulle nuove strade,
posso mantenere il cuore che avevo una volta?
Come posso diventare qualcuno
che non deve sforzarsi di essere gentile,
che può sorridere senza sensi di colpa?
Me lo merito anche io?
brillante poesia, la inserisco nella mia rubrica domenicale Gioielli Rubati del prossimo 23 agosto, saluti dall’Italia
Thanks a lot for the translation and for sharing my work 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
Really glad that you liked my poem 🙂 😀
Have a beautiful day ahead 🙂
thank you too
Really glad that you liked it dear 🙂
Thanks a lot 🙂
Pleasure is mine 😊