Eulogy For My Father Poem by Yawar Maajed

Under my sky, a downpour unfolds.
Amid the cascade, I stand, parched.
World drenched, I yearn for a single drop.
In the heart of rain, I remain untouched.

For us, the humble wayfarers,
Preparation is scant.
We open the door,
And we step into the unknown.

Down the winding trails I fumbled,
Tumbling, rolling in a continuous stumble.
Once, a rock underfoot,
And down I went in a sudden trip.

He tore through formidable mountains,
Achieving the impossible, the insurmountable.
All with a single, frail body
That belied the strength within.

Once, a sun graced my sky,
Now, why does its absence I decry?
It shone bright, a beacon of light,
Now subtracted from my sight.

Belief in destiny does not dwell within me,
So, why should I let complaints to fate be?
No strings to pull me,
No fate to question or plea.

In the quest for its own center,
The axis of my being shed its circles.
Lost, not in a whirl, but in a straight line,
The core I sought, leaving the familiar behind.

The journey Maajed traversed, so long,
Could Yawar ever sing the same song?
The path tread by my father,
Will I follow, or choose another?