My heart once cried aloud
As my eyes sighted the whitish shroud.
On whose my daddy is going to be wrapped
In the present of the watching crowd
If only my falling tears is aware of the situations.
If only my ignorant eyes is aware of the inhumation
She will suddenly shed blood in trying to follow the principle of flotation.
I was trapped with different echoes of a wild voice
Sounds that are vomiting pains around.
Left for me alone. I knew not of the whole scenario
But the roaring cry and the facial expressions of my mum
convey the messages of the mourning crowd.
'Who now knows were the road goes
Were the rain flows'
Only time
My father died during that cold summer.
For I know within me that that day was a blessing for him
That day was Friday.
A day of blessings and joy.
May almighty Allah use that day to cleanse up all his sins Amin.
My heart once cried! ! Sorrow. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
That day was Friday.... A day of blessings and joy. May almighty Allah use that day to cleanse up all his sins Amin.... // Great poem. Very poignant and heart touching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems a deep lament. Thanks