A dive into Past

             A dive into Past

 

She would breathe unto me soft,

Words of love, her mastered craft!

Alluding to a silvery orb, in the sky,

Eyeing me thru rents, in clouds high.

 

The Milky Way, and the twinkling star,

She spoke softly, and I recall pole star,

On twinkling jewels, I darted my stare,

At North Star! The Nature’s guide fair!

 

She poured yodels fondly, into my ears, 

And drove away, all my childhood fears,

Her slender fingers, would comb my hair,

Her lips quivered, her whispered prayer!

 

My head slipped aside, on her fair arm,

I drew my face, near her breaths warm,

She did warble songs, into my ears keen,

The echoes of yore, of verity and sheen!

 

Ah she pressed her lips, on my lips close,

Rosy and soft, more than petals of rose,

And sipped my tears fondly, astray a few,

The Sun as would drink, the drops of dew.

 

 

 

She cuddled me close, on her bosom tight,

Driving my fears away, cossetted all night,

Nestled cozy and warm, ah with her asleep,

I dozed on her arm, fearless in dreamy leap.

 

If I’d fidget or wriggle, a shiver though slight,

She would go panicky, and take all the fright,

Clasping me, kissing me, with her smiles fair,

Panorama of paradise, in her motherly care!

 

She was a cherished flower, living in my soul,

She was a master guide, lo a benign shower!

O breeze hear, to angels my missive I entrust,

Would she read? The message from the dust!

 

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, May 23, 2026