I Share Your Pain. Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I lie here, eyes red from crying.
The last phone call, I had, I thought you were dying.
Fearing the worst, I sat and cried so much.
This manly man, fell on his sword.
My wee wife, a million miles in distance.
But the feelings we share, I experience.
Cannot sleep or carry on with my existence, .
or I will drown in tears of uncertainty.
I cannot walk out without my eyes filling up with water.
You, my wife, your parents daughter.
You claim that I am a heartless man.
But baby, you are lying in a bed not knowing about me.
I pray and pray till God tells me to stop worrying.
Your recovery, I pray be speedliy done.
I have no money to fly to your side.
Our bed, lies empty but heart is full.
I wish I won the lottery so I could give up work
Fly to your side. pick up my rightful duties, the ones I never shirk.
Wife, please tell me where it hurts.
So with my kisses and leathery hands, the pain will go away.
I will hold you together, forever and ever, so that you are on your feet.
Mighty, wee woman of size three feet
A brute and a beast that I am, tamed by you, please don't let go.
Just give me your pain.
Just share with me, food on plate, clothes in our closet.
I feel, I share your pain.
Ever dutiful man who never cared for anything else.
Everything is beautiful with you, my wife.
Get better, quickly so that you enrich my life.


Ibrar Siddqi 12.04.09