As The World Looked By - Poem by Ahmad Husain
She had given her all without a word
To serve the man, for the glee of her spouse
Her groom, as they say, her reason for life
Her killer, her assassin, I don't shy to announce.
Her life-partner, as they used to say
Her 'life-partener', I prefer to say
Who parted her from her cherished soul
And forced her ahead to meet her last day.
A 'life-partner' in a sense adverse
Who died the night before, singing her death song
Who gave away his life for the cause of his soil,
Passed away like a lion, but took her along.
The news tore its way, like an arrow straight from bow,
Making its way straight to her heart
That her groom was listed in the martyrs' toll
In the line of duty, he had met his last.
But what was her fault, aloud she asked
When she came to know, she was about to be slain
Suppressed she was hard, inside she stormed
An innocent life was lost, a voice so sane.
There waited the fire, red with fury
But sighing it was too, for it too had a heart
Her hearth was sad, it was also sighing
The clouds were mist, the heavens were crying.
The world looked by, as she burst into flames
To a raven chunk of coal, to the ashes brunet
The world looked by, along with her dreams,
As she burst into flames, with heart-pounding screams.
And the world looked by, as forsaken beholders
As she turned into - a statue of death
And the world looked by, as her innocent body,
Was left by the soul, and was laid still.
And the world looked by, as a young strong woman
Was snatched from her life, with mercy denied
Her mother cried, as she went invisible
In the sighing flame, under crying skies.
Tears running down, as to douse the flame
Which engulfed her in, snatched her precious gem,
And kept on its blaze, in fury over sighing
Their hearts turned stones, as the world looked by.
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