When I shall reach dear Lengeren,
Stony eyes shall cease to be barren,
Oh lofty fence of ancestral glory,
Knowing no bounds or kinly boundary.
Those huts of honor and goodness,
Embodiments of milk of human kindness,
The dignified wise and elderly one,
Is full of joy to see a cherished man.
A perfect mirror of his sonly features,
The album of his beloved’s pictures,
Unrestrained smiles on joyful faces,
Welcome the grandson and relieve the stresses.
A moment of joy and great re-union,
A moment of peace in the heart’s dominion,
“So the pigeon’s chick knows its way,
To its ancestral nest after a long stay.
Today thou art my precious toy,
Forever to love, cherish and enjoy,”
Cool silent tears of long separation and love,
Flowed in appreciation of the blessing from above.
3 responses so far ↓
1 roxyhumz // Apr 8, 2009 at 12:32 pm
This is beautiful, Muhammad. I was just talking to my relatives in Pakistan today and I feel somewhat the same as you probably did when you wrote this poem…
Ahh the people we left behind are so full of love. =)
2 Muhammad // Apr 10, 2009 at 6:21 am
Thanks.
You are right; the people we leave behind are so full of love. This poem was dedicated to my grandfather after I missed him sooo much.
I saw him again, but he died a year later
. So, I wrote another poem the day after he passed away. You can find it online under the title, “Assalaamu Alaikum, Grandfather.”
May he rest in perfect peace.
3 easymaju // Mar 18, 2010 at 10:45 pm
Yeah my brother, what a nice poem !
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