Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
In Memory Of My Mother - Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
O my Mother, you are no more!
We are alas bereaved of you.
Although my Muse is very sore,
I want to pay homage to you.
Twenty eighth of the month of May,
And the year nineteen eighty two,
You felt indisposed on Friday,
But alas we were not near you.
On that day in the afternoon,
Perhaps it was the time of two,
You remembered * Honey and * Moon;
They were far, nothing we could do.
You later felt pain in your chest,
But offered as usual Namaaz.
Soon after you lay to take rest;
No one knew what the matter was.
Your heart sank causing heart failure
That day in the evening at four.
Doctors came but they could not cure;
Thus you left us for evermore.
You loved the # Sultan # Medini,
And God you did always adore;
You repented sorrowfully
For the errors you did before.
In you lived many a virtue
Which was generally admired;
Firm faith in God was found in You;
So He gave you what you desired.
Sometimes I noticed you doing
Acts apparently seemed quite wrong.
But they all were full of meaning;
Right came out of the seeming wrong.
What affine character you had!
Your life was based on religion.
In your absence we become sad;
You flew from us like a pigeon.
In hardest days, you led us right,
When father early breathed his last.
With your industry and foresight,
You made us stand on our feet fast.
We can never repay your debt
Which grows greater from day to day.
By your blessings all things we get;
We live here; while you went your way.
May your soul enjoy perfect bliss!
May room in heaven be your due!
It is my prayer, as I wis,
You’ll forgive me if I wronged you.
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