well! this is what i feel..whatever i m or hop to be i owe to my parents. A GREAT ERRAND(MY SAVIORS) Right in the middle of my ripin’ age An ailment assaulted me in its full rage. I had been sans ,feeble and frail, Like an inside empty but entangled bale. My physique sever pains felt, Like lump of salt my flesh began to melt. Those were December’s frosty and chill nights, Sufferings and pain shrieks at their heights. I screamed like slaved dears with pangs, When Bacillus would assail in form of gangs. I would lie, unsensed and helpless, on bed, Half asleep and like a living dead. I suffered severely in extreme pain, In my recovery one cause was the main. My angle mother ever kept near wore, Shared my difficult time and the pains I bore. At nights, when I could not sleep My mother would share my tears and weep. She would always keep me in the pillow of her lap, My out stretched wounds were reducing their gap. Although the span was cruel and rough, With an active participation of” amma” it wasnt tough. Standing on the praying mats marginal bay, With wet eyes and weeping heart she would pray. She beseeched Almighty for my health, Never bagged or pleaded for other wealth. Medicine and food was extremely costly, Monetarily pragmatics were stiff mostly. Every morning my forehead abbot kissed, For eight moonshines I had never missed. My complexion restored, a formerly burnt, Spent upon me whatever my father had earnt My father worked out the entire day, For my medicine, checkups n food would pay. He was exuberant watching me recovering, He was too conscious in his manoeuvring. My Angels in their joy would chatter, Our son is getting better and better. Finally I was utterly cured and treated, Illness, by my parents, was badly defeated. I often gravely think and brand, Where presently I do stand? I honestly swear under God’s oath, My parents gave me the first n second growth. They cared me as a blister on the palm, Never peevish, ever cool and calm. If I am a branch, they are my root and stem, I am a destroyed rubble without them. Now in return I wish to reciprocate, But for ages and ages I will have to work and wait. There is no likelihood for me to repay, Even a millions lives at their feet if I slay. I would never be able to give what they deserve, May Almighty keeps them as my reserve. (Jamshaid Anjum) 18-03-2014
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 20:20:41 +0000
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