A Martyr Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Martyr
It's easy to say,
do not cry.
He is not dead,
he is living somewhere else,
he is being fed by the Almighty.
It was easiest for God Almighty,
Dear God!
I cannot see what you see,
I cannot listen to what you listen to,
so how can I speak what you speak,
he is not dead,
but I don't see him,
and I cannot talk to him,
and,
I cannot kiss his forehead.
I obey you my God,
I don't utter a single word,
But the heart that you gave to me,
feels that I cannot kiss his forehead now,
I have sealed my lips,
I have closed my eyes,
but how can I stop my tears,
I am a mother!
I have sealed my lips, I have closed my eyes, but how can I stop my tears, I am a mother! / oh greatest feelings of a mourned mother about her soldier child who is killed for the country. Yeah right it's easy to say do not cry but it's not easy to make stop the instinct mourning tears.
A very touching and deeply poignant poem. It made me cry. I can feel the agony and love of a mother for her child. So beautifully written. Onto my Poem List.
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5/9/2024 10:42:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the heart that you gave to me....wonderful. anjandev roy.