Incredible Rabi Poem by Shahzada Imtiaz Ali

This was an upset morning. Very hot,
Shining sun and roasting noon
Fever was 104 Fahrenheit. A lot,
Much weary were, we in a sanatorium.
Cries and calm both rub down to us.
Injuries were seemed quite obvious, and
The incredible maiden walking steadily; ward to ward
Suffering in consumption, what can be done?
Ruin of body. Who could over come?
Many days and many nights;
Killing pain was her doom. And now? All well.
She, my mother’s heart; Miss Rabia

Worries and fears are part of life,
This I learn from her character bright.


Shahzada Imtiaz Ali
08-03-10