Mussafar Poem by Matloob Bokhari

MUSSAFAR
Wandering, I landed in a city of a state,
Floating in the shoreless ocean of desire,
Cruel and unsympathetic exploiters
In the bosom of luxury and aristocracy
Were oblivious of suffering of the poor.
Hunger- stricken in the humble cottages,
Passing weary nights without blankets
And sorrowing days without bread.
Roaming, I beheld a woeful sight.
A sorrowing mother sitting by her son,
Lying on a bed of yellow leaves,
Using a small stone as his pillow.
He was ill enough to need a doctor,
But the doctor was busy in his prayer.
When came, refused to check the boy.
As mother did not have cash to pay his fees,
Picking up her son with trembling hands,
She was forced to leave the clinic.
Sitting near white-marble gate of hospital,
She was waiting for Allah's help.
Some laborers whose roof was sky
And earth as only bed gathered there.
Feeling pity on her distress condition,
They contributed money to pay his fees.
And took the boy to doctor, but, ah! too late.
The boy briefly looked at the doctor's face,
And closed his starving eyes forever.
The pious soul joined the Eternal Soul.
Shrieks of mother pierced my heart.
Mussafar was buried in the blackness of night.
I left graveyard dragging my feet on the ground.
Thinking about the boy, his mother and the doctor,
I tried to meddle in the affairs of Divine Wisdom.
Tongue of my Murshid whispered in my ear:
'Value of this world to that of the Hereafter,
Is like a few drops of water to the Ocean.
When Trumpet be blown; earth be swoon away,
When nursing mother be distracted from her child,
Who does good equal to an atom shall see it,
Who does evil equal to an atom shall also see it.'


COMMENTS: MUSSAFAR
Sandra Delussu: hey! huge soul! Matloob..when you can't find any comfort but in widening your soul, you widen your soul...and...maybe, that's the way God wants us to walk...the fact is, being a mother, this is hard to swallow, but you definitely help to swallow, dear
Ekaterina Polischuk: I love it! I love it! I love it! The wisdom in the end! ! ! ! ! ! ! the poem is sad but our reality is sad....sometimes we cannot understand God`s thoughts, the wisdom of this world... not because we are blind, but maybe we just don`t want to understand. I look at the mysticism of the poem. good done
VensanKamberk: A window opens to the reality of life from the point of view of humanity, exposing the apparent vanity of a prayer doctor, ignoring the cries of a tortured mother and a starving child. The poet reaches out to karmic justice and spiritual values to point out that the greater truth is in the hereafter.true, pain and suffering reinforce faith, whereas pleasure is very seductive when healthy and money is no obstacle. Money can buy politicians (government) also arms and armies. Money can buy power, pleasure and love in life. All these are temporary and superficial but still a matter of fact. VensanKamberk: Lord all Mighty, Lord all Money, Lord all Might be, I represent the later one, all points of view have relevance from their particular perspective. I bring the Quantum dynamics into this, perception is the trigger of the reality captured at a particular moment in time. Are not those in charge on Earth today, creating and printing money, digitally in trillions at one go, while you slave all day in a miserable job, you have been lucky to get, for a hand full of rupees to coat your stomach with, where is the justice of that, if God and faith did not enter the picture this would be intolerable, so money also buys religious leaders who become idols of one religion or another. We do not have to become too cynical now, we want to reinforce higher ideals than that, so let us be true to ourselves first, you are many things and also what you eat, see and think.
Nathan Hassall: Awesome, this is a fantastic piece.
Stefan Borenstein: wow, , , beautiful, and much about ot times, , , sad but true, , , thank you Matloob Bokhari for sharing this wonderful piece, , , .peace be with you
Diwakar Pokhriyal: There are several families which breaks due to money......there are several parents which lives away from their family just for money..................and on the other hand there are people who need a crore rupees car for travel....a crore rupee dress to wear.......Oh god....one side there is someone who is living away from his family for need..............and on other side there are people who are living away from truth for greed...
Iulia Gherghei: impressed to tears! ! !
Shareef Abdur-Rasheed: Subhann'Allah Very Beautiful ahki! ! I love this piece it's amazing!
Daveda Gruber: Beautiful poem but so sad Matloob Bokhari. You sure set the story well.
Alma Delacruz Gossman: All I can say dear Matloob is that sometimes the very best die young, but know that angels too witnessed this crime...and like all actions...there is eventually a balance...and that doctor no doubt will sense that wrath when the time comes. As for your poem, you truly have such good intention, and it must pain you to witness such behavior. I know it makes no sense, and unfortunately greed and the wrong intention wrecks havoc for some many in this day and age. We must pray that perhaps this one event will shift this doctor into a better sense his purpose...thank you crafting what must have been a difficult write. Your kind heart is appreciate by me in so many ways... 0; -) All the best to you and yours...I am praying for your people as well... Trust me, I unfortunately have experienced trauma myself that to this day I still not write about...I am sure it was a great cathartic process to go through...
Michele Vizzotti-White: He was ill enough to need a doctor, But the doctor was busy in his prayer...this alone is a mouthful, u r so talented :)
Laura Grillo Laveglia: Reading this angers me! ! This happens all over the world! ! ! I just love helping people and not getting anything for it but love! ! !
Toba Margel Scott: lovely matloob.....words taken from your heart and soul
SoulBrotha James: magnifique! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Julie Heckman: I'm so sorry the boy died...we are plagued with world poverty...the 'hereafter' is one thing but we must all do what we can now... Julie Heckman very moving poem
Cindy Holbert: Wow! Yeah this is really bad, it sickening.
Jann Gail Jones: Oh, Matloob, what can I say? Beautifully written story of a sad truth. Too many worship money first or think righteousness is on the knees alone. NO. It is what we do, what we say, how we think, how we act and react. 'Who does good equal to an atom shall see it, Who does evil equal to an atom shall also see it.'
Farzana Altaf: Superb as always! Just finished reading your poem and feel wrung...
VensanKamberk: Lord all Mighty, Lord all Money, Lord all Might be, I represent the later one, all points of view have relevance from their particular perspective. I bring the Quantum dynamics into this, perception is the trigger of the reality captured at a particular moment in time. Are not those in charge on Earth today, creating and printing money, digitally in trillions at one go, while you slave all day in a miserable job, you have been lucky to get, for a hand full of rupees to coat your stomach with, where is the justice of that, if God and faith did not enter the picture this would be intolerable, so money also buys religious leaders who become idols of one religion or another. We do not have to become too cynical now, we want to reinforce higher ideals than that, so let us be true to ourselves first, you are many things and also what you eat, see and think.