A name, a bond, a relationship,
Irrevocable, irreplaceable, irrefutable
Coextends beyond ,Time and Space,
Unbreakable fron now to Eternity.
My fate was sordidly poor,
Not to have found thy lap,
Where I could bury with no fear,
All agony, despair, worries, anxieties.
Poetic indeed is life of those,
Living in the shadow of Mother,
Whose incessant, unending, unyielding,
Invocations, protect with a canopy of love.
A gazelle in your eyes, Mom,
Though a beetle I am,
I am the pinnacle of your life
And thyself is the beauty of mine…
Mom, a learning academy, a fortress
Of knowledge beyond books, a teacher
Of lifetime , for here and Beyond,
Besides God, omniscience is thy presence.
A book of life, of living
Were thee, had just begun ,
To read, understand and appreciate
But Mother Nature had her plans…
Whilst still on the preface,
Nature put you aside, forever,
Deprived, I am, till eternity
With a painful, longing heart.
Fathers are Mothers too,
Just as much a Mother
Is a dependable Father,
When one of the two fades away…..
Fatherhood may be a fiction,
And Motherhood a certainty,
Mother ,thou lived in my Father’s
Existence , and hence ,within us.
An ideal Mother,
An idol for homage, worship.
An ideal to follow,
A idol to preserve.
Mother, an ocean of Love,
A pinnacle of God’s Creation,
A pillar of strength,
In joy, In sorrow ,in happiness.
Mother, thy tomb is my shrine,
Buried with you are aspiration
Ambitions, passions , of mine,
As innocent as the morning dew.
Destiny plays no chess
A time to come, a time to go
Transitory is the span of life.
The Author of Destiny. Knows it all.
Mother, I shall meet you tonight,
Invade into me by being in dream,
Thou art the holiest thing,
‘ I owe to my angel Mother ‘…
Sirajuddin Aziz
Karachi
