I sit alone.
Wondering what went wrong.
I was talking about my plans for the future.
I could not understand.
So cold were his face and hands.
I ask my God why?
Silence was his reply.
Another loss, I have gained.
I held my chest to stop the pain.
My God! Now, my Father?
So, innocent and young.
I held his hand close to my heart,
this was how my mourning started.
I love you mom and dad, you are in good hands.
No more harm or pain from me.
(This poem is about what I felt when my father died, and I was beside the deathbed holding his hand)
this was special a great and very emotional poem some of what i can relate to
i feel alot of emotion in this poem and can relate to how your feling as i was in the same situation when my grandad passed away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it happens in life of all people...........at some point of time they asked.........Why Me? ................God..............Are you there............Why so much sorrow..............so much pain.......But this is how life is........woven with thread of sorrow and joy...........I love it mahfooz..........i give you 10++++++++++......................... anjali