The Ache of a Mother
This fading of sun symbolizes eternal darkness in my way
Countless tears and immeasurable pain defines how I spend my lonely days
O God knows how I have seen my heavens go away
the death of my only son infront of my own eyes
Blood flows from my eyes in the form of tears
This heart knows how it has seen the days turn into years
My writings once so bright now only bleeds pain and are without any colour
Today my heart is a poet and I am poetry in the form of an ache of a mother
Desire burns inside me, a desire to hold my son in my arms
To feel the warmth of his body just for once
The body more familiar to me that my own soul
How can I live without the person who made my incomplete life whole
Yes Cursed was the night you answered the call of death
On that day even the moon was afraid to show up
The clouds couldn’t hold their tears, they also cried
Even the two oceans combining in each other stopped their tides
Sadness is in the fact that even after your death my life goes on
How can I accept that my little baby is forever gone
They say your spirit shall eternally reside in a place which is known as Eden
Where you can have wings, unicorns and all sort of freedom
Sometime walking on the empty roads or on others playing the waiting game
Knocking the doors of happiness begging to catch a glimpse of my son’s face
I am a gloomy lost soul filled with dejected pains and no particular aim
A companion of sadness, with no permanent home or a resting place
Come dark night, take me in your arms and let me cry
The deep ocean hidden with in the veil of eyes will flow
Such is the intensity of the pain from all those years ago
That the night herself shall be completely washed away
The night of my sadness shall never see its dawn
Neither shall this dark moon ever shine again
For despite putting me in this place and showing me her bitter taste
death it appears (in my case) doesn’t seems to know any haste
Come O angels, let it be of heavens or hell
Take me away to a dark and a lonely cell
So that the people can’t hear the sound which my tears make
Such pain is hidden with in that it will force the mountains to shake
The rain of my tears shall never find its rainbow
Neither shall the sky of my life ever find a sunny day
For this old body(despite being alive) has already starts to decay
Soon like a wind this breath will blow and yet no one will ever know
Copyright © Faraz Ajmal | Year Posted 2019
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