Kamran Qureshi


Blues Of An Eleven Year Old - Poem by Kamran Qureshi

I wonder how it was for her

To be with you

And I wonder very often

What it is like, to be you

I am familiar with this vessel

That contains your soul

And like a devout worshiper

I have drunk from this bowl

I can tell the jagged edges

From the smooth ends

The colours to the contour

Each curve, every bend

I have been close enough, thank you

And yet something won't show

It is not easy for any of us

But please, this - I have to know

Papa…

Why did mama leave us?


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem came to me, inspired by a family tragedy, a divorce, naturally, that I happened to witness.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2013



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