Shahzia Batool (Pakistan)
The sun rays have left the garden croft
Yet evening seems so far away
everywhere is a placid stasis –
a mental illusion
time never stops for anyone
we feel it stuck
we see it flying
it neither stops nor ever flies
right now it moves on a steady gate
the grayness falls all around
in mind are flashing many scenes
lost somewhere in the vales of past
carrying with it all the joys
the memories of my dear toys I never played with
but always kept them safe in shelves
away from all the girls and guys;
among those toys I loved the most my lovely doll
my pink pet pup of soft fur
my planes, my trains, two teddy-bears
I still feel sad for the orange deer
Pricked to death by a pointed pin
My heart still waits for the parrot I let out from the cage
Out of pity
And saw it flying with a child’s wonder
Thinking… “did I deserve it? ”
I still recall that sleepless night
The next day school was the saddest day…
The passing time is a wonder doc.
I did not feel that aching stop
I did not know it stopped or shifted to some new grown pains
The nature and complexion changed
The morale of the story is
It’s the worth bargain when we get the pain in such exchange
In fret and strife, it’s the salt of life…
The evening has fallen deep now
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Thank God, the home is not far away! ! !
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