Mar 2020
I walk for miles to reach the pink trees
In a hurry, I rush, hurt my knees
Under the strong sun, the cloudless sky
I try to find place of shade and breeze
In the place I woo, no wind. It is dry
The sun still strong, it is warm and high
I see no people but some buds of cherry
It was never like this. It is a lie
I am under the cherry, it is not ordinary
Beautiful, stunning, pretty and extraordinary
I stare out at the new colorful blossoms
Praying for the return of the real imaginary
Mohammed Arafat
23-03-2020
In a hurry, I rush, hurt my knees
Under the strong sun, the cloudless sky
I try to find place of shade and breeze
In the place I woo, no wind. It is dry
The sun still strong, it is warm and high
I see no people but some buds of cherry
It was never like this. It is a lie
I am under the cherry, it is not ordinary
Beautiful, stunning, pretty and extraordinary
I stare out at the new colorful blossoms
Praying for the return of the real imaginary
Mohammed Arafat
23-03-2020
I have been waiting to visit the cherry blossoms in Washington DC since last year. The time comes now but sadly, it’s different and the scene is really sad. This inspired me to write this poem.
