Why (Inspired By Born A Slave - Poem By Lungelo S. Mbuyazi) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Feeling you like the aroma of flowers,
thinking someone is peeping out
through the colorful windows
when I fall in love with a rose,
I think its petals will dry and fall.
You left the rose to be faded,
Why?
When I think same will be my end,
then you send a message
this is just to test me.
If you are my mother,
and I was breast fed by you during my infancy,
you need not to test me.
I wonder if you test me!
Why?
So you are not a mother,
you are a good teacher
who becomes a stern and strict examiner
sitting in in a closed room
while testing my answers to your question paper.
I know you will give me a big zero,
as in answers to your all questions,
I have written a big why.
Don't ask why?
Well, if you ask,
I let you know,
I also wanted to test you,
and you know very well,
still I don't give you zero marks,
do not ask my love,
why.
Alas! You avoided to reply my question.
Now I am constrained to reply my question myself.
You are my mother,
I know you built this house but it's now stale.
and your new house is under construction,
you are selecting a few children from so many,
the fittest children,
and the remaining so many will be left alone.
Well if it's so,
I offer myself to be the first to be sacrificed,
but I know it very well,
after your selection is done,
you'll leave your unfit children here in this old house,
to meet their fate that is not written by you,
I hope to see a few tears in your eyes,
after all,
you are my mother!