Usman Hanif (15-06-1988 / Rawalpindi)

i slept, i saw what i can't see
under a tree of immortal fruits
the great fairy godmother,
penetrating ultimate glee in me

'o mother! o mother! how come you seek me',
i said to her, beaming with spilling glee
'there are no bells to toll and your bliss
has come to rescue me from this murky mist'

she smiled with smile which made her sublime
the mother, i felt as though i called her mine
she raised her hand, floating clouds merged
i felt only something peaceful and shrugged

she said, with the voice so sweet n mellow
'son! you fell from the high peaks to shallow
your clear heart made people break you apart!
you called me, called me in your pure heart',

'can a mother see your grief, you conceal?
can she leave alone her small charming teal?
you got nothing but only His blessing! '
i wept and wept, and she smiled while caressing

i felt as though every misery was gone
my eyes widened and my brows relaxed
i felt isolated from this world so mean
she cuddled me in her lap, i felt keen

'my child! might Lord keep you beaming,
give you the peace, you felt in heaven.'
and echoed, ' heaven, heaven, heavennn!
wind grasping me away, i felt so craven

i cried while gasping, clutching her hands,
'mother! please don't leave me alone here!
mother! get me away to heaven in your lands!
mother! please help me! ', i collapsed there.

'i will never leave you my son, feel free',
while fading away in the light, whispered she
'i'll guide you to the doorstep of heaven,
my son, you will survive, you will fly, my son...'

i fell in the depths, her smile growing wider
and her presence making me mightier and mightier
in the horizon, grasping a leaf, there flew a dove
i woke up, with the power of her eternal love....

19-08-2006