Sick Life! Poem by Naima Ansari

Can there be ever a bad moment as this
When the poet's words are overpowered by her grieves
She drowns deep into the world of shame
Her melancholy sublimes her idemtity and fame
She knows not how great a poet has she been
With pretty lips that guffawed and eyes were keen
But now what mutations made in her gene
That her life has turned so cruel and mean
Stole her smiles from her everglowing cheeks
And brought down tears claiming her defeat.
She moans to God; she sobs within her heart
Her sense of negativity is elated broad.

O God! The Almighty I seek your help
Please guide me to withstand the ocean tides amongst the kelps
Help me handle this troublesome situation
'Heal my mum! O God, Heal my Mum! '

I do believe that diseases come from you and leave by your order
Teach me any verse or prayer that would me me sober;
Sober and decent before you my Lord
Teach me the necessary morales required at your lot
So that my deeds prove to be hearteous& righteous
And make my mum once again well and mighteous

This predicament makes me weary of this life
I get exhausted with the usual chores-'It's hard to thrive'
I find no reasons to smile,
For life these days is just so futile
I know it's temporarily going on for only 8months
I wonder now that for my sins you're punishing my mum
If that's the case, then I beseech you my Lord,
'Then instead punish me in any ways...-I fail in words.'

I raise my hands up in dua
With just one 'haajat' in heart
HEaven though was my former want
But presently grant my mum with a peaceful mind and a pure heart;
A heart that feeds not un worthless matters,
And that bosom which would always glitter with mirth
Compel her to believe that we are good to her,
Compel her to satisfy with all of us
Give her the strength to wash off her tart,
Give her the ability to clear the dirt in her mind,
Let the grooves of her brain  purify
and unwind the embedded negativities,
And this help her and us to live a life of contentment and tranquility
And a life devoid of difficulties.