What do you hear in the scent of March? When the scent merges with the wind, Red bombax ceiba flower petals are all over the sky

Thanh Thuong, a poetess from Vietnam, the Land of Blue Dragon, shares her poetry

Nguyen Thanh Thuong, born on May 11, 1968, is a Teacher, and a Poet. She lives in Hanoi, Vietnam. Many of her poems have been printed and published in newspapers and in literary magazines. She is Vice President of Vietnam Poetry Club.

THE SCENT AND COLOR OF MARCH

What do you hear in the scent of March?

When the scent merges with the wind

Red bombax ceiba flower petals are all over the sky

Pinky white clouds covering the grass nearby.

What do you hear in the scent of March?

Virgin white grapefruit petals and nostalgia

That scent permeates every breath

Missing you since a very long time ago

What do you hear in the scent of March?

Purple flowers from the bead trees fall and blend with the grass

My shoes unintentionally led to a small path

Touched my memories and I missed our past days and months.

Oh, the month of March burns forever inside me

I always recall our memories

Oh my love! You used to be in wartime

Now you return to the scent of March again!

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ROSES AND CHOCOLATES

Roses and Chocolates Day

As usual, you brought me your gifts

A thousand times better than expected

It’s the beautiful scent of passionate love.

By the lake, full of early morning dews

Holding each other’s hands tight, we were walking together

Looking at some pair of swans

When did they commit to being a couple?

I pointed at something in the distance

You saw that there were the twin towers

They were always stable in spite of the wind

Just like our unshakeable love.

A million roses bloomed, romantic and beautiful

Valentine’s Day and many other days

It will forever be our burning love

Standing tall like the twin towers eternally!

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BIRTHDAY PRESENTS

Today is my birthday

Roses and chocolates are your presents

My poem praises our love

Written in loving purple ink just like at school

Your heart is full of love and gratitude

You bring about the shimmering sky and beautiful earth

Passionate, loving, deserted

Writing in haste just like in the military, under the moonlight.

The hesitant purple hue of crape myrtle flowers

Faithfully waiting for my love on the side of the road

Cicadas envy my rosy cheeks

They induce flamboyant flowers in bright red bloom.

Enthralled, I’m beaming

Sweet radiant sun rays looking at me

Oh our poetic love!

My diary, how many pages about you.

Our love is beautiful like a painting

Let the pink wind, white clouds, and the blue sky be our background!

(Translated into English by Tran Quynh Hoa)

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"