A Son's Mourning Poem by Muhammad Farhan

I got up off my bed
Little steps to the lobby I led
Remembered the words of my mother's grief
'Who killed him? , that cruel thief'
Then my mother replied in brief
'He departed for the trip to heaven
His journey would be black like Raven'
When he'll come back to us from heaven?
A short reply by mom, 'Soon at eleven'
Since then, I waited for him days and nights
Looking at the endless peaceful freights
then I got up and said, 'no more! '
Picked up my bag and went to the front door
The way I thought that he was the man
How could he leave in such a short lifespan
You must be reasoning that who was he?
He was the man who made me free
Because of him, today what I am!
Who taught me hard for the medical exam
What I can do is just to remember
And wait for myself as a heaven member