Poetry (English)

Soraya Sing A Song

Soraya sing a song,
The world is bleak and dark and dim.
Soraya sing a song.

From this path, I walk on thrice,
Early morning, noon, late night,
I see you sitting alone,
In your thatched lonely home.
Your little face, at the window
Your father last summer mended,
Looks now so dry so pale so dull.
The wind not flows in your direction
Yet the dust reaches your eye,
For I see them so swollen red.
The window will break any day,
Door too needs some nails and paint.
Soraya O Soraya
Who will mend your little roof
This summer, my little kid?
For I heard in whispering voices,
Your father died in detention camp.
My old eyes had witnessed him walking,
With toddler feet on the land you walk.
Late Ali had called his wife for help, When your grandma’s water had broke.
But the ravenous water took
Away the parchments of his freedom.

Soraya O Soraya
The wrath of water gulped in such
Many many lives.
Silence its anger Soraya
With your sweet voice.
Soraya sing a song.

I see each day tears
In your smoke filled eyes,
When you struggle while making bread,
When you wrestle for your life.
The task is too big oh girl
For your little tender hands.
So many months have passed
Soraya not returned your Ammijaan.
At the outskirts of city
Where your mother worked as labourer,
On an old wrecked tree
On its crumbling branches
Her veil her clothes are seen swaying,
At nights her cries are heard.
Some say her body was preyed on
By human vultures.

Soraya O Soraya
These vultures these wolves,
No! these humans in heinous flesh,
Pollute each second innocent birds.
Their thirsty laughs kill such many
Tormented cries.
Soraya externalise their pain
In heart wrenching notes high.
Soraya sing a song.

This winter you will turn Soraya
Into an angel of seven.
In a lonely house crumbling down,
With ration at its end,
Minimal clothes tattered threaded
Somehow cover your pale skin.
The four walls breathing it’s last,
Soraya sadly mirror your breaths.
The quite trees bare branch,
Soraya reflect your silence.
The whole village whole world,
Soraya is wrapped in this sadness.
Not many days are left now
The flame will any night burn out.

Soraya O Soraya
Before the last night comes,
Before the dark veil falls down,
To millions of Sorayas,
Send some hope, a souvenir.
Soraya sing a song

© Muntazir
Picture Credit

6 replies on “Soraya Sing A Song”

Nice words with deep and thoughtful meanings. You have got amazing poetic imagination mashallah!

Dear Muntazir!!sorry for late reply.actually,reading your poem,I have felt so much depression,fear and thought the indefinite future of many much sad and heart touching but last lines has some hopeful.most beautifully is a unique poem💙💜

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