That what feeds the infant becomes a rogue,
That what streams from heavens
Flows abundantly on the child’s cry
That what’s a mother’s pride.
‘Why Me’, but divine will –
Courage and humanity shall matter at last
As legacy for our children and generations.
Pray for those who alleviate pains,
And those who suffer endlessly
And be like Jesus, a symbol of healing;
Let we all have a part of that soul.
-On my friend, Portia Burton’s mother’s illness.
‘Why Me’, biographical story of a woman who suffered from breast cancer.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 17,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Comforting words...keep it up!