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Sharique Jamal

Tragedy


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Sharique Jamal

Tragedy


Another petal crushed..

Another petal crushed..

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Another petal crushed..

(A mother's lamentation)


Why lie cold and with face covered, my little boy,

In dark you lie, while I sit by your side,

Come out I from the mud,

Who took my child, from his playroom,

To this grave?

I ask thee my Lord,

What harm or mistake had he done,

That such wrath You showed to my son,

It may be heresy to question thee,

But it is a mother's cry,

Burn me in hell or send me to purgatory,

But answer me my Lord,

Faithful was I to you, blessed you each day,

And most on when You sent the little one.


What killings fields or men of false faces,

Can take my son, without Your knowledge?

What bane is it of times,

That the old linger, while the young perish.


You made this world but even on Judgement Day shall I question thee,

How shall I spend the long hours,

Of life when my son is sleeping,

The house that resonated with his screams and sounds,

Stands a vestigial monument of frozen grief,

If thou hath no answer,

Let me be the cold epitaph,

Then shall we both sleep again.


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