Mother

Wordless whisper of life, I hear,
Aged and fraught, incense of a white tear
Burning forever with the might of God,
freeing my soul from all chaining fear.

The whisper recites as bird songs before the dawn,
The oldest of prayers, with God’s hand sawn,
And my heart in silence, receives the tune,
The breath that her heart beats, from the womb had drawn.

With eyes closed I know, now I remember,
The eyes I saw at birth, burning amber,
As drops of water on a thirsting tongue,
Her face and her presence sooth my maniac cries.

When sightless yet I were, I dwelled in her,
Now that I live, my heart, beats for her
At the mountain peak, my Ayats I recite,
The echoes of my longings, high ignite.

Her name on my tongue, though never spoken,
Her face from my heart has never broken,
Each morning her smile and stirs my eyes,
At night her voice a appeases my heart