The Child In Cradle Poem by Mohammad Younus

Each day the child
In his cradle
Asked his father.
Now smiling, then sobbing
What will I do, if you go
To live with Allah
When we can't fight,
And there is no chance
For us to win
He left to fight, ignored,
What his child said
His eyes gouged out,
From the sockets
The world disappeared
From his sight

The child gives:
A gentle laugh,
A sigh,
Who will make
Du'a for me
When I am taken ill
For we have no money
For medicine and doctor's fees

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