Mohammad Yamin Poet Rhyme

The Wound

When my mother died
My craving eyes rained
And tormented soul cried
Blood sucked and energy drained

The sky fell, the sun eclipsed
It was a horrifying dark day
The fragrant breeze turned into easterly wind
O God! Orphaned at the age of twelve, why say

The spear of loneliness pierced my heart
Causing deep bleeding wound
Pointed at me was misfortune’s dart
All my hopes and aspirations drowned

Seasons came and seasons went
In the desert of heart autumn never changed
Gardens were filled with bloom’s scent
The butterflies with colors artfully arranged

My heart remained a symbol of despair
No one ever shared my grief
My cancerous wound alone to bear
I searched and searched but no relief

(Winner in the Member Contest of Destroyer Poet judged on 6-20-2012)

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Carol Sunshine Brown June 23, 2012 at 7:22 AM Congratulations on your win in P.D.'s "father & beyond" contest Mohammad. Love, Carol Mohammad Yamin June 23, 2012 at 3:31 PM Thanks Carol for your felicitation on my poem's win Father & Beyond Contest.

Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet June 21, 2012 at 5:45 AM Congratulations on your well deserved win!!!! Mohammad Yamin June 21, 2012 at 4:50 PM Thanks, Elliot for Congratulating me on my win. God Bless You.

Poet Destroyer A June 20, 2012 at 10:08 PM MOHAMMAD, Congratulations for your heartfelt poem. Thank you for supporting my contest;-) Good night~PD Mohammad Yamin June 21, 2012 at 5:16 PM Thanks for your appreciation. God Bless You

Diana Mohammed April 29, 2012 at 2:34 PM Written from the heart Yamin...Be strengthened in the Lord my friend...Love Diana Mohammad Yamin April 30, 2012 at 12:43 PM Thanks Diana for your words of sympathy. I am grateful

Anne-Lise Andresen April 24, 2012 at 1:21 PM Just will say hallo - Lovely day. - oxox Anne-Lise Mohammad Yamin April 25, 2012 at 12:11 PM Thanks for reading my poem and for caring to comment on it. I appreciate your words.

Shadaab Mumtaz April 10, 2012 at 2:43 PM Very emotional write.. I was pleased I read this. Mohammad Yamin April 12, 2012 at 12:19 PM Thanks Shadaab, for your very kind feelings. I am deeply touched

Elizabeth Wesley March 31, 2012 at 8:20 AM Such a tender age to lose a mother Mohammad, nothing can replace that loss and the memory still lingers with you. Mohammad Yamin April 3, 2012 at 10:28 AM Thanks for your extremely kind comments, Elizabeth. No pleasure in the world has reduced the pain and anguish.

Dinda Minardi March 30, 2012 at 9:45 AM A really heartfelt poem about loss, Mohammad. Well written! Mohammad Yamin April 3, 2012 at 10:41 AM Thanks for your kind words, Dinda. I am grateful.

Dalila Agtani March 30, 2012 at 12:51 AM Deeply penetrating to the heart, a beautiful, emotional piece Mohammad. Your kind comments to my work are inspirations. Dalila Mohammad Yamin April 3, 2012 at 10:44 AM Thanks, Dalila for your heart-warming comments. I am deeply touched.

Anne-Lise Andresen March 24, 2012 at 2:33 PM This was a sad story/poem Mohammad, lovely written but wery thouching. - oxox love Anne-Lise Mohammad Yamin March 24, 2012 at 2:45 PM Thanks for your profound comments, Anne. you are so kind Mohammad Yamin March 24, 2012 at 2:38 PM Thanks Hussain for your kind words of appreciation. I am deeply moved. It causes a deep wound if ones mother dies at an impressionable age, specially if his father is already dead and he has a little sister to take care of who also dies within a couple of years. The wound becomes cancerous never to be healed.

M. Hussain Effendi March 22, 2012 at 2:17 AM A remarkable write, as always, dear uncle. It is indeed the worst of sufferings to lose your mother at any stage in life. Mohammad Yamin March 24, 2012 at 2:42 PM Thanks Hussain for your kind words of appreciation. I am deeply moved. It causes a deep wound if ones mother dies at an impressionable age, specially if his father is already dead and he has a little sister to take care of who also dies within a couple of years. The wound becomes cancerous never to be healed.

M.I.A . March 21, 2012 at 9:16 PM She's looking out for you Sir, all the time. the gentle smile and caressing hands like those days where the wind whispered...'love' Beautiful heart makes beautiful poetry. Mohammad Yamin March 23, 2012 at 12:53 PM Your comment is a balm on my heart. I am grateful to you for your kind feelings.

Chittaranjan Dey March 21, 2012 at 8:50 AM I feel a little privileged to be the first to comment on this exquisite piece of poetry. You write such powerfully emotive piece. You have broughten tears to my eyes. The rhymes were perfect. An amazing write. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. Mohammad Yamin March 21, 2012 at 12:35 PM Thanks for being the first to give a comforting comments. I am deeply touched. Your kindness is beyond comparison. God bless you.