Come my daughter, come
Let me cradle you
In the bassinet of my bosom
I have hired damsels
To sing lullabies for you
To make you lull
I have recruited maids
To braid your hair
I have festooned thy room
With Kadpul flowers
And have scented the surroundings
With the rarest of musk
I have planted
White cypress trees
In the lawn of my house
To make you sit
Under its soothing shade
On an unpleasantly warm day
Come and remove
The chronic monotony
From my dreary life
Come and soothe
My sweltering chest
Thy giggles and smiles
Will balm my bruises
But, I know
You won’t come, never
Beasts have assassinated you
With scissors, blades and knives
In the sac of my uterus
Your innocent cries
Still reverberate into my ears
I plead for help
To make you free
But, the land belongs to
Callous and merciless deafs
Now, I wish, we could meet
On the day of resurrection
And register our complaint
In the divine court of Allah SWT
Hope, He will deliver
The denied justice
To you and me
(The author is a teacher by profession. Views are his own)
