Shahzia Batool

(Pakistan)

Come Back Home!


Come back Father!
come back Home!
see your daughter
come back home
request is long,
though words are meager,
heart is tired,
eyes are eager,
to see you again
but cannot find
a single glimpse of your face
full of grace...
O! kind and tender!
come back home...
with your image
dreams are pregnant
dreams are rich
but inadequate,
for this craving heart.
i have portraits of your figure fine
but these photos are unkind.
they don't let
your tender hands
reach my head.
so come back home...
why don't you hear
my mute cries...?
tho' these are knocking
upon the higher skies.
don't you know
that in my heart
your memory lies.
my anxious soul
and silent sighs
call you Father
come back Home...
see your daughter
come back Home...

Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011
Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011

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  • Ramesh Rai (8/5/2013 10:21:00 AM)

    heart touching write felt me to cry for a cry of her father.
    i have portraits of your figure fine
    but these photos are unkind.
    they don't let
    your tender hands
    reach my head.
    be blessed by the heavenly soul (Report) Reply

  • Passionate Reader (7/2/2013 1:49:00 PM)

    Extremely emotional! ! ! Each of your tributes to your parents is exceptional in terms of composition.
    why don't you hear
    my mute cries...?

    It’s hard to control tears in your eyes after reading this! ! !

    don't you know
    that in my heart
    your memory lies.
    my anxious soul
    and silent sighs
    call you Father
    come back Home...
    see your daughter
    come back Home...

    stay blessed! ! ! ! ! ! | | (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (6/27/2013 12:28:00 PM)

    Heavy emotion is screaming inside living chest..that echoes in mind to tell past memory to live again_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (5/26/2013 11:13:00 AM)

    I am sure he is in complete agreement with you. If only he could return, but in spirit he can. lovely call to him (Report) Reply

  • Farah Ilyas (5/12/2013 1:03:00 PM)

    this is what, a longing of a daughter have purest heart to love her interlinked people with the sense of purity from the core of her heart, indeed a heart rending poem, longings of a emotive heart can heard in it quite transparently....your poem compelled me to cry...that is what, a quality of a great poet/poetess to do with the art of his/her poetry...geat (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (4/25/2013 1:11:00 AM)

    Knowing the background, how this poem creates ripples of longings and memories in my heart! ! I can imagine how deep that relationship has been! It is believed that a girl's first love is her father! ! He must have responded to his dear daughter's call from the other world! ! (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (4/16/2013 5:35:00 AM)

    It's a cry from the heart that plays on every daughter's heartstrings whose fathers are away...steeped in emotions and love (Report) Reply

  • Aldrich Suarez (4/3/2013 12:07:00 AM)

    I think it is better for this poem to imagine that she's not calling her father...but the one that calling is the voice inside her father's heart which maybe her voice too. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (12/9/2012 12:32:00 AM)

    wow..i agree with anita..this one is from the heart..i don't think
    any father can turn down this request..beautiful. :) (Report) Reply

  • Julie Schleppegrell (10/12/2012 12:10:00 AM)

    I believe your father hears you everytime you talk to him, even if they are not with us physically they are with us in heart. I also wrote of my father. If you get a moment read my poem titled Papa. (Report) Reply

  • Shumaila Bari (9/13/2012 12:21:00 PM)

    This is what is called 'capturing the purest feelings in simplest words'. Love you Shazia for this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (8/24/2012 12:26:00 AM)

    A lamentation: -( A heart-rending plea, with powerful, yet sorrowful overtones. Life is not the same for a devoted daughter, who tenderly yearns for her father in every way, but time cannot be erased. He has no power to return, and she has no power to bring him back. You’ve done a superb job with this very emotive piece. : -) (Report) Reply

  • _____________________________________ - (6/26/2012 2:12:00 AM)

    Come back for earth cedes its
    Grip every minute on my infirm feet
    Come back there still is hunger to learn
    Left in my limbs that sends pangs
    Come back I’ve forgotten to cry
    Your shoulder could melt glaciers
    Of rejection
    Come back or teach me to follow (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (4/13/2012 8:45:00 AM)

    i feel very sad while reading the poem..as if i am relating with poem........where father has gone? Is he away from your home or he has gone to his eternal and permanent home....? very pathetic story but sometimes we have to accept it......... (Report) Reply

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