Lament For My Mother

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Nasira Jabeen

When I reflect how forgetful I stayed

To the Everlasting’s fixed call!

Which, upon arrival, hastened the withdrawal

Of the mortal boon most gracious

With anguish and remorse, my soul throbs

Eyes ooze salt o’er salt, yet senses numb for all

But that of loss, of your hands fall

From crowning this sinful head

I were but half mature, yet not wise

And life half the decade three mounted

As not till late learn you be a day departed

Ever to think your being as eternity eternal

Ever hoping your gold days benignly return

Yielding not to time’s pale cast on you

Never hearing steps at your heel of divine crew

For an oddity sole was your non-existence

Offering always a bower to the brim

Emptying the honey extracts of your mead

As accustomed appetite is to more feed

More fond of your quiet nectar grown

It never passed till last into emptiness

Oh, but slided how into fragility unaccepted

The source whose supply so trusted!

Till drained, and as collapsed nothingness

As into thousand fragments shatters the bower

That no skill could mend the scatters

Down mightily lied… helpless drop fast splatters

From these eyes, forced at last to resignation

Nine days and night into the unmoving descent

The thin veil across unseeing eyes of pallid yellow

Unveiling but on fields Sacred and Mellow

With visions white, the unearthly gaze now intimates

In conscience’ kind shift to this desolate site

To joy´s ultimate bound, your response did me send

When my finger breathed in the light hold of your hand

How then your eyes drank my ecstasy I witnessed!

But yet again waxes the looming grief

When the slowest becomes difficult swallow

When careful needy move makes sallow

Intolerably painful, the closed indifferent eyes

Had your intermittent deep vocal sigh

As streak bright bursting clouds bares the sky

Continued life! Had your silent lips come nigh

Forming for mere scraps of words spoken!

Subdued I… breathing Suraa… as you struggle

My trembling hand upon your fevered forehead

Like sand escapes from fist tightened to red

Your soul released… suddenly still, your chest lay…

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