Don'T Cry My Mother Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I remember the days
When you showed me
My shirt of my childhood
The shirt I had worn
For the first time
In my memory you had kept
All my little belongings

I remember the days
When in the early morning
You prepared my breakfast
Besides the fireplace
And the nights
When you covered me
From the cold outside

The gradual understanding
Of my self
And the depth of my being
The aroma
The mother big
The protector
The warding off the evil
Some sorcery too
From the evil eye

The beauty I learned
Being possessed
I tried to overcome
My childish ambition

Anger and emotion
Many things you had learned
On your own
And you taught me
Without knowing

My deep desires
You understood
The smell of earth
The afternoon
And cold silent afternoon
Fire and smoke

I remember all my mother
The creator of my being
Don’t cry
I love you too much

All my life
I had been longing
For the love I lost
But never found it