A Call From The Heart Poem by Habib Ibrahim

by: Habib Ibrahim

The old woman laid silent
Death haunted her at night,
The breath rattled in her throat,
Her son was a bit late.
The half-shady room was adorned
When a call from near summoned
" Mother …Mother you want something? "
For that delicate call,
Tears were eminent to fall,
The heart for that to swell
" Mother …mother, you like something? "
The call blew in vain
Her ears received none
All then ended
Just the body remained
Many a time that bitterly echoed.