I Still Remember Seeing Through The Window Poem by Hira Akhtar
I Still Remember Seeing Through The Window
I still remember that ghastly night
When a sudden shriek woke me up
With a fear eating me up inside
I ran towards her door
She was preparing to leave me
My princess, she used to call me
How can you, then, do this?
I wanted to ask her, squealing
I was told to remain outside the room
Waiting for the flowers of hope, to bloom
Rushed towards the window,
Held the handles tight and pressed my face against the glass
Cried my heart out, seeing those hands trembling
That once had fed me, dressed me and prayed for me
Those eyes rolling back that had looked at me, dotingly
Those pale silent lips, that had once kissed me and talked to me
My mind flashed back;
To the day my heart sank as you left me in school for the very first time
To the day, I cried when you stayed at a relative's house for a night
To the time, you used to be angry with me
To the time, you used to love me
To the time, I slept on your lap
To the time, I cried at your slap
To the time, you taught me right from wrong
To the time, you made me strong
To the time, you started losing your hair
To the time, your pain, you couldn't bear
To the time, you cried and begged God to heal you
To the time, you kissed me for the last time
I still remember seeing through the window
I still remember seeing through the window
(cont.) ...i'm trying to figure out what window you would have been looking through; was it an interior window? it is a fine poem and a 'loving' Poet's Notes. to MyPoemList. bri :)
Very emotional poem. It knocks the window panes of readers hearts.
My mind flashed back; To the day my heart sank as you left me in school for the very first time To the day, I cried when you stayed at a relative's house for a night - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To the time, you cried and begged God to heal you To the time, you kissed me for the last time
The poem touched me deeply and brought tears to my eyes- - - - Cried my heart out, seeing those hands trembling That once had fed me, dressed me and prayed for me Those eyes rolling back that had looked at me, dotingly Those pale silent lips, that had once kissed me and talked to me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -(Part-1)
this poem reminds me of my mom's going you ill appreciate it more o young poetess if only you read my poem MOM'S SMILES A case now of poetic history ur poem is touching
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 7:01:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a very emotional poem written about affection of mother and daughter. An amazing sharing is done here.10
Thank you so much, Sir! 😊😊