A Bolt from the Blue

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           A  Bolt from the Blue

 

 

The grave lightning hadst struck me,

Divested me, of every bliss and glee,

And crushed me down, angst-ridden

Senseless and hapless, cruelly bitten.

 

My dear mother passed on, ah my lot,

A panic-stricken me, with fear fraught,

I stirred up to the slash, inflicted deep,

A stab anew; an abyss with tears seep.

 

 

For my life, I shall mourn her departure, 

Her priceless memories; I’ll ever nurture,

The wound may work to measures deep,

Therein her loved face; I will ever keep!

 

 

She was beyond portrayal, words fail me,

Rear kids, like fruits on the lustrous tree,

Soft-spoken yet astute, smile on her face,

Eagle-eyed, keen mind, to flare her grace!

 

Her smiles mesmerizing, excel moonlight!

A beacon bright, she sparked in dark night

Kindness crowned her, a mantle she wore,

A blessing she was, her pure soul I’ll adore.

 

The symbol of virtue, she would ever stand,

Ever unrivaled; an icon of one helping hand,

Stitch the fallen apart, and chasms to close,

She stayed the guard, against painful throes.

 

 

She had kept tall, with all her might and main,

The loving mother, ah with all heart and brain,

Nights on and on awake, to help worries calm,

Kissing away my tears, affliction’s prized balm.

 

 

 

 

Her face once, ‘twert glowing and fair,

She hadst drawn lines, of worries bare.

The chapter fades, sadly nearing close

To her eternal abode, incites my woes.

 

 

Wild nights might hover and long stay,

To blur and eclipse, once a glaring day,

In the blank; I shalt saunter but alone,

The shine is abrasive, and I go forlorn!

 

 

She wert the noble trustee of His will,

His clemency; I beheld her ever thrill,

My heart pictures her, ah same glare,

Never to see her, I cry open and bare.

 

 

My Lord! I’m fallen, help me again rise,

Align me toe her steps; sane and wise,

Amid wild passions, my turbulent flow,

Bless me live her compassionate glow!

 

 

O heavens hold her in exalted esteem,

Aye blessed, and her smiles may beam,

Ascension to a rank higher, be her goal,

Lord! I seek Thy mercy, for goodly soul.

 

 

My Lord! Exalt us all; with the beautitude,

Stand throes of severance; with fortitude,

Pray! In her glittering steps we may tread,

With each onward stride, her virtue breed

 

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad

November 14, 2025

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