My Dear Parents


Where shall I see your generous faces?

Of unique love where will I find traces?

Here’s a void expanding every moment,

None look up to, and I’m left to lament.

 

Your sweet voices often ring in my ears,

To solitude I’m confined for many years,

The mellowness of yore hast turned gall,

My tale of infirmity runs gloomy and tall.

 

Parental fort has crumbled, in ruins I walk,

Silence is my mate, ah there’s none to talk,

In the wilds of my heart stripped of bloom,

I fret and fume, so no bliss shall find room.

 

Attires, articles and clothes are but lifeless,

Arrayed but sans a wearer, ah my distress!

What a dismal abyss? I’m to wallow again,

Cut and bruised deep, surely I never feign!

 

Pensively sauntering streets I feel ye beside,

I glance aside, ah I’m alone on barbs astride,

May that highest of heavens be your abode,

Of glorified vales, therein gems have flowed.

 

Bye my parents! You left me lingering behind

Without your love over love, there’s all grind,

Pray!  You will not forget me in the new home,

You’re so beyond, I’m neath the azure dome.


By Dr. Riaz Ahmad—December 20, 2024

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