Rest in peace – the voice my of god
As I sat to write –
my tears fall like a bruising rain –
racing it from my grieving cheeks
in wretch, with a shattering pain,
I can hardly breathe .
So helpless to convince my bleeding heart
that I wouldn’t hear your angelic calls
of “Kaka Jan” any more –
breaking me it into thousands of devastating pieces in sore.
You were so little since I watched you growing up,
with your little angelic smiles would make feel so rich –
not giving me even a minute to feel alone
and this wretched.
I have seen you growing day by day,
from boundless cries to endless laughter,
from curling movements to glowing Missy,
and from innocent questions
to angelic reactions.
I watched you learning new things,
from the little talks to little walks,
from little reflection to slowly perfection
and from small kisses you would grace us – to warmth hugs you would give.
Your small and sweet angelic talk
was not less than the voice of god
to be spoken through you –
pleading were you to pacify my heart,
knowing my loneliness well
in this desperate state of separation
which is now
I know to be even harder in your gone.
You were the pavilion of our love
and hope in the whole family,
as you like an angel would to bring
the boundless smiles on our faces
with your little angelic acts
in the threshold of your childhood.
As you depart,
I shall save your memories near me,
carefully wraping them in the pouch of my love, my little angel –
from the day you came to our lives
like the crescent of the festival –
up to the moment you flied so high
into the skies from us.
Your gone has broken us into thousands
of bleeding pieces,
and me more than your own father and mother,
for i couldn’t even give you a hug
even in your gone, my beloved –
the hands that beged moments
to hold your little naive hands,
couldn’t reach you to say a goodbye.
The circumstances left me too far
and helpless that I couldn’t even give you a goodbye kiss
for the last time to make sure
I had your last look with me
just for the pacification of my boundless tears and bleeding heart
that wants to fly unto you with whims.
With boundless hugs
and longing kisses,
Your uncle forever,
Abdul Samad Haidari