Harita

By Sagar Saud

One day in my mind

A feeling came 

To give birth to a beautiful daughter

And ran to the field

And brought a pot full of earth

And put a seed tree seed in the fist

And keeping a close eye on the mind as a witness

Remembering God said:

The tree born from this seed will be my daughter.

 

Then they sprinkled the seed in a pot full of soil

And taking a handful of water

Meditating on God

Sprinkled in that pot

 

A few days later

A green color

A beautiful baby tree was born.

 

When Shravan started raining

I picked up my daughter from the pot

And moved into the garden

 

Shravan gave holy water

My daughter was growing up

I named her 'Harita'.

 

And my daughter Harita

She was getting bigger day by day

I loved her very much.

 

When the clouds rain

My daughter looks green and calm

And when the wind blows, 

It hides with the wind.

 

In the scorching sun of Baishakh

When I am under the shade of 

Daughter Harita's coolness

I am sleeping

My daughter is fanning the fan

I feel cold

She is giving me life

Shaking here

Shaking there

She is playing hide and seek with me

My lovely daughter Harita