“On the Road to Spring” – Nayana Nair

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?

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Nayana Nair

Hi, I am Nayana Nair. I'm 25. Just a crazy girl who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly. I like to talk about everything...mostly..every conversation of mine turns into a monologue.... So I decided I should start writing a blog..rather than chat.... I'm very much passionate about music, psychology and literature.... Moderate interest in science..... I always want 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. :)

10 Comments

  1. Gli alberi che fioriscono
    possono tendere le mani a noi pietose
    e chiederci di camminare con loro,
    apprendere un po’ piΓΉ 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 puΓ² 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

    1. Thanks a lot for the translation and for sharing my work πŸ™‚ Means a lot πŸ™‚
      Really glad that you liked my poem πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

      Have a beautiful day ahead πŸ™‚

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